I’m a preacher’s kid. Honestly, it’s even worse than that. I’m an evangelist’s kid. I have a lot of funny-sad stories of things that people thought that meant and what they thought that made me. 1,096 more words
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Can I see God in pain?
In the eye-closing brilliance of a warm sun, the smell of fresh-cut grass, the sound of a child’s laughter: symbols of what is “well” in this world, I see God. 777 more words
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