I used to dream of being a singer/songwriter; touring the country and ministering with my music. Now the guitar is like a childhood toy that reminds me bitterly of what I can’t do.

Saying that the universe wasn’t intelligently designed is like saying the presidents faces showed up onMt. Rushmore after millions of years of erosion, or the White House appeared after an explosion at a brick factory.

seriously considering starting a tumblog for the things Chris says in his sleep. today it was, “tell my angel tgat i love her.”
“who?” i asked.
“my angel, my darling. i love her … zzzzzzzzz”
awww. :)

What do preachers dream about? My husband is napping behind me as I work in our bedroom office. He just rolled over and said in his half awake voice, “you said forgive them, they know not what they do.” Then he went right back to sleep.

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