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?
Anyone who grew up in an even remotely Christian culture has probably had this conversation at one point or another…
The bedroom shrine and the bathroom liturgy…
There was the wild night in Paraty dancing behind the Gecko Chill Bar, which ended with me running five miles barefoot along the river and collapsing on the front steps of a cathedral on the edge of town.