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.Read More Why Good-byes are the Worst (but Not)
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.Read More the Choice of Pain: Do I Really Have a Choice?