Comparison is NOT the thief of joy
A new way of looking at the old phrase
A new way of looking at the old phrase
Back when each kiss really meant something…
Are we so focused on death that we neglect what’s before us?
Let my pain reveal your glory as my only real rest.
The decline of evangelicalism forces us to choose a side: hot or cold; no more lukewarm Christianity.
You are not the exception to death.
Yesterday I skipped and recited sidewalk crack superstition; tomorrow I will be dust.
We are starved for the holy. I saw a nun walking down the sidewalk the other day…
Not world-control. Not others-control. Not life-control…
“When it comes to death, you have three options,” he explained to me in the fast food franchise…