There’s a place so lonely, so frightening, it’s closer to hope than you can imagine.
I never struggled with doubt until my aunt committed suicide four years ago. I didn’t know what to think. I just didn’t get it. I couldn’t understand why.
My wife and I are in the process of buying a new house. When I start daydreaming of what our lives will be like with a basement and an extra bedroom and actual storage space, I get pretty giddy with excitement. But it’s also way too easy to take this ginormous blessing and turn it into a long list of complaints.
I bought a house. So of course I’ve been spending a lot of time fixing it up and making it mine. I have three roommates moving in soon, and I’m trying to organize the kitchen so we can efficiently use a small amount of space – especially in the kitchen. But maybe it’s a waste of time.
For women in the African American community, there is a standard of associating straight hair with beauty, but I wanted to embrace the hair God had given me
The TV show “Star Wars: The Clone Wars” brings up issues of individuality and worth. And I can’t help but wonder why God cares about me when He’s got so many other people to think about. I am just a tiny speck in His universe, after all — one among many. Do I really matter to Him?
“Run. Bolt before he dies and leaves you heartbroken.” That’s what a friend said when I told her about the cancer-surviving man I had met in the elevator.
If I’m suffering, I want it to have a purpose; if there’s meaning in the pain, won’t that help me through it? Maybe I’m doing something wrong. Or maybe not.
Jesus could have come back to the disciples earlier. But He didn’t. Eventually Thomas would get the proof he needed to believe, but he had to wait.
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