I honestly even thought I was living like Jesus – extremely poor, suffering and bleeding on the inside, serving others with joy yet deep in my heart scared to personally receive the greater plans God ...
Once upon a time, not so long ago, a hundred years, perhaps, or maybe just close enough, there was laughter here, there was tea, there were whispered secrets and unspoken grief. Hands built this, feet ...
“You wanna play something?” he asks, gesturing to the aux. I accept the offer and hook it up to my phone, selecting Norman Fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey the way I do every time someone asks me to ...