Come & Eat
God loves to eat.
God loves to eat.
I ache to return to those days, but I can’t. Time only moves in one direction and I’m caught in her cruel current.
Every relationship is essentially an experiment in how real, raw and honest you can be in front of this other person.
I prefer a theology that pulls your hair behind your ears when you’re drunk (again) because it loves you as you are, not as you should be.