that time he knocked me right out of melancholy (pretty sure that's how my relationship with him is going to be forever)
Many drops make a river. -Dari Proverb Journals of my middle-school self tell of the woman I wish to become- she is a single missionary or she is married to someone who matches The List. She loves God with all... Continue Reading →
It’s eight-forty-five on a Sunday morning. Early to me. I’m fighting the alarm clock and hitting snooze every ten minutes when I should be puttering about the house in preparation for my quiet time. It’s not happening. The old sin-cycle... Continue Reading →