Postcards from Far Away

Postcards from Far Away

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Romance
What if you could spend a night in Jakarta with the real life Crazy Rich Asians? Or visit an island where automobiles have been banned for over 100 years? Or even hike to a samurai's castle at night? What if you didn't have to do any of this alone? While never lacking in adventure, the life of a foreign service worker can be lonely at times. Written on the road, these letters to my friends are about the precious connections I make with strangers while in the field and the worlds I wish my friends could experience with me. Some of these connections last well beyond the initial meeting; others, only for the moment. Throughout my 10 year career, God has taught me that I'm never really alone. I will always be surrounded with companionship and love - I just need to give up my expectations of what that looks like and let God surprise me.
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Love is a treacherous snare. It lures you in with sweetness, intoxicates you, convinces you that surrender is safety. Like a mosquito drawn to blood, you crave it even as it drains you. Like honey to a bear, it promises comfort while hollowing you out. And when you're weakest, it strikes with venom sharp enough to kill. Love has tried to claim me too, fixing its gaze on me like a lone star against a midnight sky. But I've learned its patterns. I know its games. I will not be ensnared again. Love may feast on the naive, on the hopeful, on those who believe it cannot harm them. I am not one of them. I am an oleander, beautiful and deadly, guarding my heart with quiet precision. Come too close and you will taste the poison of my warning. I will protect myself, even if love calls it cruelty. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ Second Book In 'To Love A Godly Man ' series. This book can not be read as a stead alone. You must read To Know You first. This story does contain some vulgar words because of how the characters are designed and how they impact the story. Cover was designed by me.

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