To the Christians in the Wilderness
You’re not in Egyptian bondage, but you’re certainly not home…
You’re not in Egyptian bondage, but you’re certainly not home…
The post I wish I had read before my 20’s.
My parents were a smidgen older than I am now when they thrust me into existence. I didn’t have much say in the matter, but I showed up and immediately started acting like I did.
I’m enjoying this idyllic afternoon, but soon enough, pain will return. Soon it will be my turn to suffer again.
Aren’t you tired of not having my newest book?
This is for the wild ones.
Whenever I see a sunset, I always try to pinpoint the place in the sky where the pink stops and the blue takes over. What I’ve come to find is that you can’t. There is no single point.