Is it poetry? Is it prose? Is it perfection? This young woman still leaves me in awe of her diction and syntax. Her voice. Her style...God left some serious fingerprints on this one when he formed her together out of His best clay.
And if she ever broke, which everyone has, the mosaic pieces that are left are somehow even better than His original design, and His light brings them to life. But then again, He surely planned it that way. Surely.
Truly exceptional, and I am truly still speechless...I want to write like Debby Ryan when I grow up.
Until then, please take the time to read the gift God gave her: MY MOSAIC
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