I wish there were a way to know you were in “the good old days” before you actually left them.
5 pages stand between summer and I.
I have 4 shots of espresso in my system and 4 hours in which I hope to complete this bad-boy. Time to be a boss-lady and talk about some racially oppressive, systemic violence. Yeyehhhh.
[Can you tell I’m procrastinating?]
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
I want to be a woman who lives totally abandoned to the first commandment: to love my Lord, my God, with all my heart. I don’t want the reputation that I love God, I don’t want to write songs about loving God, I don’t want to talk about loving God. I want to actually love God. When I close my eyes, I want my heart to move. When I close my eyes and I look at Him, I want to feel alive on the inside. I want to look at Him with a fire in my heart and it’s real.
This basically sums up my regard to faith, especially the reputation and talking about it part.