In the lonely hours of the night, I always find myself coming back to you.
I want God, in my weakness, in my pain, in my joy, in my strength, in my apathy, in my love, and in my life. I want God so completely; that every thing that I do is covered in His Spirit.
All I want to do is go on road trips and have sex
Who, being loved, is poor?
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple…
To practice any art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow. So do it.