It’s a tiny island called Saturday.
Nestled uncomfortably close to its neighbor, Horror.
It’s quiet here. Almost silent.
Easter’s Middle
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It’s a tiny island called Saturday.
Nestled uncomfortably close to its neighbor, Horror.
It’s quiet here. Almost silent.
I love my daughters. More than I could possibly express.
I hate debt. More than I could possibly express.
Continue readingFor our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God. – 2 Corinthians 5:21
Continue readingIt’s a Monday in March. Just about a year since the world changed.
Continue readingI don’t know if he will. But I believe he can.
Continue readingWhat does Christian hope look like? May I suggest:
Continue readingThe twentieth day of the first month is unique for a specific nation every four years. People are watching.
And God’s listening.
Continue readingI honestly don’t know how else to say it.
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