To the Christians in the Wilderness
You’re not in Egyptian bondage, but you’re certainly not home…
Tag: wandering
I have no idea what I’m doing.
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.
Waiting in a Bus Terminal in Boston
Some thoughts on God and traveling I found in my notebook while on the road, originally posted May 2, 2012.Continue Reading
4/20/13
an ardent night. The night I found out Laura broke up with him, making her a single mother. I listenedContinue Reading
4/13/13
I was the collective youth in search of the other side of America. I sure tried my hardest to flipContinue Reading
Wanderbundle
From December 13, 2012 Motion. I write about this word constantly, and long time readers may even have tired ofContinue Reading