Black Eyed Peas

Black Eyed Peas

When Joanna and I bought groceries the next day from a store unironically named Winn-Dixie, the cashier chatted with us about our beer and asked, “So what are ya’ll doing later today?” in a way that made me feel rude for not including her.

Losing My Life

Losing My Life

I realized, sitting at my kitchen table that I needed to be a little more willing to lose my life, the life that I have been trying to beat into submission with a fancy planner and Lysol.

Not Enough

Not Enough

God doesn’t guarantee that we will find love or that someone will come along and want us as we are– broken and messy. God does promise to love us though.

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