The wind is blowing again…
“I wish I could travel like you do,” is a sentence I hear a lot.
“I wish I could travel like you do,” is a sentence I hear a lot.
Covid is not the only pandemic ripping across the world these days
Gangs are a life-and-death issue which more Christians need to care about.
It asked me, personally, the question, are you able to accept the reality of things, or are you stubbornly raging against the nature of existence?
Maybe I’m just cynical after being back in the suburbs for a year. The world is calling and I’ll probably answer it soon.
“Get optimistic,” I grunt to my reflection. “Don’t you cry on me now.”
“Can you still hear me over the sound of the passing decades?”
I inhaled the sweaty air of the dance floor and couldn’t help but smile…
Maybe my life will get a blue check mark next to it.
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