As I embrace the uncertainty of these days, as I accept and release the fear, I have never felt so human.
Several months ago, I bought the rose-patterned tights.
(and what changed my mind about them)
We are infinite, God and I. Some infinities are simply larger than other infinities. That’s math; I learned it from a John Green novel.
The sun is always setting somewhere.
(Fair warning: contains some potentially disturbing content.) I suspect that humans believe that they are invincible. Not all of us, of course, and not all the time.… Read more “Silent Screams”
It’s hard, when you have total faith that this is what God is calling you to do and still the doors feel like they’re not only closed before you, but also locked. But he’d been praying and today God replied:
“Go to Cleburne airport tonight and stay until sunset.”
There are stories written in the skin of my arms.
Let me tell you a story. It’s a new story; it only really began on August 2, 2017. But there was a preface, of course. The story couldn’t exist without a preface, and there’s no way to understand the story without the preface. I like to say that the story begins on August 2, because that’s neat and simple. The preface is harder.
I am logical. When there is a problem, I look for the cause, and then I look for a solution.