I don’t like feelings very much. I don’t like them because they are vulnerable and raw and I’d rather be covered and safe. I don’t like them because they show weakness and fear and much worse, shame.
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The Cougar, The Bison, And The End Of Friendship
Friends we once cared for are now close only in memory (or via Facebook status updates). Maybe the relationship ended over a specific disaster or it was subject to the drifting tides of time, place, and circumstances.
3 Myths about Attending Bible College
From the start people said a lot of things to me about attending Bible College. Some of them I believed at first, but along the way I’ve realized most of the things they told me were actually myths.
Why My Wedding Was Called Off The Day Before It Happened
My wedding was tomorrow, but they were calling the guests, telling them that it was not happening. The wedding, which had been planned for the past year and a half, was being called off…the day before.
Girl Meets Change: Book Excerpt
The gravel poked under my bare feet as I sprinted toward the mailbox at the end of our curved driveway. Reaching it, I opened the creaky brown metal lid as my eyes instantly grasped what I hoped to find.
What My Special Needs Son Taught Me About Hope
When I woke up, I went to see our new baby. I looked through a window into the nursery. One side of the room was lined with baby beds all full of babies. Except one bed was missing. And tubes and cords hung from the wall in a tangle, as if one of the babies had left in a rush.
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