Having made the decision to love, had I chosen life instead of death?
Challenges aren’t always fun. But guess what, I WAS FUCKING BORN READY!!! LET’S GO!!!
He died when he was only nineteen years old. I was still a baby at the time, so I didn’t remember him. Growing up, I’d always told myself that was lucky. Because you can’t miss someone you don’t remember.
But the truth was, I did miss him.
The reading of great books has been a life-altering activity to me and, for better or worse, brought me singing and language-obsessed to that country where I make my living. Except for teaching, I’ve had no other ambition in life than to write books that mattered.
In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .
There is nothing as tragic as being alive and not enjoying life
How, then, does one find and know peace and power in this life when surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses who only pretend to be clean by whitewashing their reputations while pointing fingers of judgment? So many Christians today see a system that seems to have failed them. They have found the promises from their childhood to be suspect, if not empty, and so they are leaving in droves, leaving leaders to scratch their heads.
It’s hard to make things right for everyone.”
“But if everybody helped just one person, lots of people would get helped.
Gods are what people worship. Men are what die.
One day we will all wear a garment which has no pockets…