A woman loves because it’s in her to love. That’s the most genuine way. Which is why submission has never been about being powerless or giving up control of your life, using marriage as an example; rather it is more about the spirit and behavior, and yes sacrifice with which you honor the person whom you love. For the woman’s womb must still be strong enough to hold greatness, bring forth life, birth dreams and yet still have the power to raise some of the greatest, most astonishing, and powerful people that ever impacted the human experience. And even, in absence of childbirth the woman is still held responsible by the almighty one to create and use the life to which she has been given to innovate, it is the very reason why the surrogate has as much maternal instinct as the biological. It is through looking at women that we realize the sovereignty, mastermind, and total expression of who the almighty creator really is. It is through that understanding that she is really able to serve as help to her mate and the roles for which she has been titled as wife, daughter, sister, friend, and lover. Show me a woman who has given up her role and I’ll show you a woman who is both powerless and unable to submit because she lacks understanding about who she is. For a man’s authority and influence is both strengthened by a woman who knows her purpose in the singular and in helping him.
Moments in Love (I shared this with you in 2013) I thought it was a great way to say hello again and wish you Happy Valentines Day
Moments in Love (Reflections by Taneisa Grier) Real & true love isn't sacrificial. Only fools choose to loose time for tomorrows that aren't promised. It's our "todays" love that even carries us to the future love. Find me a "man" who’s experienced health and prosperity and see if he discounts love as being a measure of that blessing. To each its own though. But for me-bid me a love that is true and sweet. A memory of a portion of "good" love may seem like forever in a short span of time. The feeling never leaving and the essence of a touch, though fading still remembered. "I traced his steps back to the place" where I first exhaled and realized the beauty of this moment is in the feelings that I carry away after the exchange. If fleeting, we might call it lust. But if this pure moment is lasting, we have just seen the love of God in each of us, mirrored reflection of "on earth as it is in heaven". Might I be a b...
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