Why Good-byes are the Worst (but Not)

I’ve always been a messy goodbye-sayer. Dormitories where I hung my hammock, trailer homes that shook with the morning stroll, a basement bedroom next to an overly active washing machine…sure, I’m a lover of places. But of course, the pain of leaving is evoked by my torn heart strings wound around those lovely people.

the Choice of Pain: Do I Really Have a Choice?

In this life, because there is sin and the great controversy between good and evil raging around us and in us, we can not have a painless life. Yet, we can choose the kind of pain.