Dear Future Daughter, I am Afraid

I am afraid of having a daughter: I am afraid that you would become too much like me.

In All Thy Rooms

To me as a teenager, God was nothing but an afterthought. He was the “therefore” to the paragraphs I could not finish. He was the perfect camouflage in every situation; the perfect excuse; the perfect justification.

Pressing Flowers: Beautiful in Youth and Death

As I considered these things, a thought came to me: this must be why sometimes, the best and loveliest person that we know of dies young. God must be taking her out before she even gets soiled by the cares of the world, and while she is at her most beautiful. God must be taking her out because He says, “She is too beautiful, I must preserve her.”