I was crying. Speeding down 322 in Lancaster County, and trying to choke back tears because the rational side of my mind was loudly reminding me that it's not safe to cry and drive.
You are misunderstood quite often, friend. And by quite often, I mean almost 99.9 percent of the time. Especially by Christians like myself. I've grown quite EXHAUSTED of these misunderstandings and distortions. For your sake. And for mine. I have lived 28 years having sexual purity DRILLED into my mind. Any Christian who grew up within my age … Continue reading Dear sexuality,
You can't fix me. I wish you could. I wish I could see what you see when you look at me, because then I might be able to accept your words in that deep down place.
I'm going to be honest (SHOCKING, I know). Life with you has not turned out how I planned. In just about any category. I mean, I had PLANS. Awesome PLANS that you WRECKED. That's right. You've WRECKED them all. And they were pretty darn good, if you ask me. INSERT SIDE NOTE: If any of you … Continue reading Dear God,
YOU ARE THE WORST. OK. I've composed myself. I DO NOT LIKE YOU. I'm sorry. I had another outburst. Really, though, you are just one incredibly unhelpful creature. And you know what? I'm durned sick of you (so sick of you that I spelled "DURN" instead of "DARN"). It's really your fault, Comparison. All I have … Continue reading Dear comparison,
Oh circumstances. You're something else, aren't ya? You are the irritating factor that affects all of life (although FINNEEEE, we can control our reactions and be joyful at all times and such). But quite frankly, I've got a bone to pick with you. Namely, this last OH DEAR GOODNESS LONG MONTH of March. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know God … Continue reading Dear circumstances,