“Do not regret growing older. It’s a privilege denied to many.”
“God DAMMIT!” Stella blurted after stopping at her doorway. She’d maneuvered her walker to her entryway and was fumbling for her keys. 968 more words
I didn’t grow up in a Christian home, and, quite frankly, I think it has allowed me to become a better Christian.
My mom swears like a sailor. 1,136 more words
It’s one of those questions asked by scoffers and people who took one philosophy class. Why does an all-powerful, self-sufficient God need to be worshiped? Sometimes, they’re asking why they need to worship God at church, but I’ll answer that in another post. 748 more words