But he was pierced for our transgressions; he was crushed for our iniquities; upon him was the chastisement that brought us peace, and with his wounds we are healed.
Tear drops with laughter in between Broken hearts at times full hearts Bleeding hearts you may spot from a far All we pour on paper . We are writers aren’t we? ~Susan McMillan
https://youtu.be/PuQmNbEa7CM You Need: – 3 cups All Purpose Flour – 4 Tsp Quick Rise Yeast – 2/3 cup Cane Sugar – 1 Tsp Allspice – 2 cups lukewarm Water – Frying oil of choice (I used Coconut oil) How To: – Mix all dry ingredients, add water and mix until smooth. – Cover mixture with…… Continue reading All Spice African Donuts – Mandazi
You had me fooled for a moment.. I have changed; I am wiser! ~Susan McMillan
I lost my biological mother at the age of 3. This summer I turn 34, it’s been years since mama passed on; went to be with the Lord. For those long years, I have watched my grandma grieve mama; her baby girl. Today, I lost one of the many women that raised and nurtured me.…… Continue reading When death strikes again!
March 31st 8 years ago was that day; a special day for our family! My dearest baby girl, Today is one of the many Reminders of the day I held “sunshine” in my arms; you my little girl . You are growing You are blooming And it’s beautiful and exciting to watch day by day.…… Continue reading Baby girl turns 8!
I wanna Be the words To every poem you write… So he said ~Susan McMillan