I almost walked past it.
Only two other things frustrate me more. And I can’t remember what they are.
I had to fix it.
Oh my god. Help me.
Oh my. God, help me.
It’s a tiny island called Saturday.
Nestled uncomfortably close to its neighbor, Horror.
It’s quiet here. Almost silent.
For 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
It’s a Monday in March. Just about a year since the world changed.
I don’t know if he will. But I believe he can.
What does Christian hope look like? May I suggest:
The twentieth day of the first month is unique for a specific nation every four years. People are watching.
And God’s listening.
Strange. That’s the only word I can think of to describe how I’ve felt today.
It was early Wednesday. That first one.