“My mom has cancer.” “My sister is unsaved.” “My grandma is dying.” I used to hear these statements and marvel at these people. To me, they were superhuman. Their level of faith had somehow “leveled them up” by like 50 levels and I therefore had not right to help them in any way. Who was …
I’m so funny sometimes. As a writer, I perpetually see my life as a story. Sometimes it helps me to get through things better. Sometimes it leads to me being way too fanciful and looking for the happy ending at the end of the saga. The thing is, there may be a happy ending, but …
