It’s called SELF-control
Not world-control. Not others-control. Not life-control…
Not world-control. Not others-control. Not life-control…
Teenage girls once donned their crush’s letter jacket or filled notebooks with his name. Today they just send nudes.
I think that when we encounter something as enormous as grace or as powerful as redemption, the only possible response is to weep.Â
Every relationship is essentially an experiment in how real, raw and honest you can be in front of this other person.
I’ve come to realize my life is a collection of me feeling woozy in various locations…
I have never thought as long about any blog post as I have about this one…
Why is it that men are so afraid of physical contact?
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the stories we tell. I think the issue is these two words: Happy endings.
I remember the all-consuming enticement as my brain would start to wander to porn, the primal sensation of lust as it drove me to my computer screen….
At first glance, it seemed like a typical crucifix painting. There hung Jesus on the cross, bleeding and ashamed.
But then you looked a little lower.