It's weird. I'm not coming back. She is scary. What if I hit that ditch?"
You've been choking on the cobwebs. Aren't you tired of the taste?
you are made for a purpose. Yes, it for the purpose you think it might be. Go, produce the fruit of Life
For the first time in over 2 years Heath...allowed me to pray.
...when simple fear did not seem to work, terror was administered. I did not endure the horror they had planned because the Lord woke me.
We are going to have a difficult conversation, you and I. Brace up. It is not the norm and apparently not sociably acceptable to talk about such things. Nevertheless, PC be damned, cause we're talking. We're talking about sex ...
I wish I could accurately describe the feelings which came as I scribbled on my little blue sticky-notes!
"Oh Lord! Forgive me!" "Forgive Me." "Forgive You? For what? You're God...
Several weeks passed and I was becoming more unstable with time and responsibility. To put it simply - I was scared.
This blog entry will be random yet ordered, wild yet sophisticated, perhaps clashing with sensibilities but true to my personal experiences.