It's solidarity. Awareness of brokenness. Not going through life with rose colored glasses. Recognizing one's own sinfulness, and need for redemption. Dreams of a world with less hurt, less brokenness. While still witnessing the hurt. But still... hope. Wondrous love. Well, you wonder why I always dress in blackWhy you never see bright colors on… Continue reading The Gospel according to Johnny Cash
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The Discomfort of Words in Real Time
... and this is, succinctly, why ya girl probably needs to start writing and blogging again.
alive. awake. uncomfortable. 