Anonymous asked: While I was recently stalking your blog and going through random pieces of your writing, I stumbled on a story about a man swimming in a pool and a woman standing there and talking to him and I can't remember much else but the feel of the scene and it's been haunting me ever since. I can't seem to find that piece again and was wondering if you knew what I was talking about and could...
Power Play (He Shoots He Scores)
My freshman year of college I sent my mom these numbered text messages. I can’t remember how it started, but I’d probably have to guess that it was a mixture of homesickness and feeling like I was in over my head. Every so often, I would send her a message that outlined a different lesson I had learned on that particular day. Sometimes I would send five a day, sometimes I would send...
Do believe it, Christian, that thy sin is a condemned thing. It may kick and...– Charles Spurgeon in a conversation I recently had with him.
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I often find myself believing that I have out dreamed God, that he has somehow...– Christian Tenbrook