How Have You Been Praying about This?
When I hear someone say they don’t really pray, or that prayer is boring—both lines I have used—my first instinct is to question how they pray.
When I hear someone say they don’t really pray, or that prayer is boring—both lines I have used—my first instinct is to question how they pray.
We think the world is going to hell. Every single generation has in some respect thought their world was going to hell. Right now, it’s not.
I’d like your advice on this, because I’m not sure if I’ve done the right thing.
Oh, Lordy, those morels. In my estimation, they are the pinnacle of umami, of savory taste, with all of the satisfaction of a Sunday roast in a single bite.
“I’ve always heard birdsong,” my father told me in the car once. “But now I listen.”
I feared my grandfather’s model ship, meticulous and as long as my body.
Are those not good enough reasons to study history?
Equation A: be ambitious and industrious, do not leave the workplace to the mercy of the weak minded men. Fight + win + conquer, all while rocking 6 inch stilettos and maintaining strong sex-appeal^10.
I don’t know. Two albums that have ripped my heart open, made me cry, left me at a loss for words. I think that’s transcendent.
“Chillermania,” I whispered to myself with reverence. “The World Headquarters.” My heart leapt with excitement.