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.
Addiction doesn’t start when you bring the bottle to your lips or fire up your laptop; it started hours or days before that moment.
When moments of clarity arrive, do you take advantage of them or let them slip away, returning again to the fog of addiction?
A black church burns down. Justice isn’t a comfortable coffee conversation; it’s standing near enough to the heat to smell your own hair being singed.
This is for the wild ones.
The beautiful part is: All things age. All things decay.
Please stop complaining. ‘Adulting’ has its difficulties, but I think more than that, it has its promises…
You’re still in high school, and no one else is being affected by your little secret, right? You think the struggle will fade away on its own eventually. You couldn’t be more wrong…
“I want someone to worship me,” said Allen…
Jesus doesn’t want you to quit looking at porn.








