By Christine Miserandino
My best friend and I were in the diner, talking. As usual, it was very late and we were eating French fries with gravy. 2,113 more words
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This Thing Called Life . . .
God has never promised to solve our problems.
He has not promised to answer our questions …
He has promised to go with us.”
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I can barely even write to describe how bad I feel.
My friends care—but they don’t know how to care. I’m fucking miserable and they hate seeing it. 489 more words
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Work for the Cause not the Applause
There’s someone out there who is hurting that needs prayer this morning. Please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I need to pray for you.
“I miss you.” You said.
“How much of it is true?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
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