For eight years I’ve carried a concealed weapon. Concealed because it’s always in my purse; and unless you snoop around in there, you won’t know it’s there. I bought it for cheap at a local store. I don’t have a license to carry it, but I have power with it....
Do we fight? Doesn’t that go against the logic that we are suppose to love? Doesn’t that contradict the adage, “turn the other cheek?” Shouldn’t Christians be nice-guys who let other guys win? All these questions have run through my head. Until...
Before I met Raul, I saw life through shattered-glass. The “why,” or “how” formulated on broken focus and jaded pieces. The cup wasn’t half-empty it was almost-gone. The grass wasn’t greener on the other side, it was brown. Life wasn’t a bowl full of...
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