I am afraid of having a daughter: I am afraid that you would become too much like me.
I lost a lot more than just my camera in those three years.
I never thought I’d ever come back here.
It was a heartbreakingly beautiful day for a wedding, indeed.
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.
A Second Look at Psalm 37:4.
How could I have had everything and not be full? How could I still want more when I already had more than I ever had?