Sixteen years ago I spent my nights working on a puzzle into the wee hours of the morning. While I should have been resting for school the next day (I was only seventeen), my mind was too busy for sleep.
Weak isn’t the same thing as wimpy. American culture would say otherwise; especially for men. You aren’t allowed to show weakness.
Sisters, this one is just for you. For us. First of all I want you to know how incredible you are. I pray for you all each day. I thank God for you and I absolutely LOVE hearing what our Father is doing in your lives!
I have spent far too many nights staring into my device as if it was some magical cure for my restlessness. Every time it would disappoint.
She was so much more fun when you met, probably the life of the party. Then this guy Jesus wrecked it all.
I don’t understand. I made an appointment for 8:45am to have my oil changed. It’s now 9:10 and I’m just being helped.
I have been SOOOOOO busy!