After All, I Think, Isn't It Always

The Best Reason To Pray Is That God Is Really There. In Praying Our Unbelief Starts To Melt. God Moves Smack Into The Middle Of Even An Ordinary Day.

Which Always Raises The Interesting Question Of Whether Redheads Pursue Other Redheads In A Narcissistic Way, Or Simply, Because They Have No Other Choice, As Nonredheads Aren't Interested.

My Head Spins As I Glance Away, Refusing To Get Sucked Back Into His Gaze When So Much Is At Risk.

I'm Not Trying To Convey A Message, I'm Just Trying To Tell A Story.

I Love Him Wholly And Unconditionally And Without Reservation. I Love Him Enough To Sacrifice A Friendship. I Love Him Enough To Accept My Own Happiness And Use It, In Turn, To Make Him Happy Back.