Author: Jillian Rue
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Burn
He was the head pastor. He later would tell me about how he was just an associate pastor in Ohio, but the church he was at there wanted to plant a church in Tampa, and so they chose him and a few other members to go to Tampa and open this church. It was beautiful,…
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All My Love, E. Meyer
Last night I crawled into bed with 2H and his arms scooped me up and pulled me closer to him. It was late, he’d been in the city all day doing the important things that he does. He didn’t get home until 9pm and we were chatting over his late dinner. “It will be 2…
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The Second Time
October 2023 Opening my emails is never exciting. Lots of junk, never anything of substance. It has been years since someone sent me an actual email. All communications is on socials now. Facebook Messenger, Instagram Stories, people just don’t send emails unless it is for work, and I don’t work. Well, not really. Not in…
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Jillian Rue 