Faithit

I want there to be a word for the vulnerability you feel as you lay there just lying to yourself about what's to come. A word for the way your heart goes from fluttery to thudding in your ears. A word for that one last moment of hopefulness before the world comes crashing down. Why isn't there a word?

"The lockdown ... it feeds into pornography, loneliness, depression and mental health," McDowell recently told "The Pure Flix Podcast," noting that stress, isolation and fear of the unknown are all issues that are increasingly intensifying amid the COVID19 crisis.

I stared at her and she held out her arms for me. Me. The scary monster. She wanted me. The same person who frightened her, she was seeking comfort from.

"She didn’t need a seasonal patriot. She needed a gracious Christian."

"The other day, I heard you crying in the bathroom. That was the day that you just couldn’t take it anymore."

Today I wore my mask for you. And for your child with asthma. And for your daughter who is pregnant. And for your mom who just got done fighting cancer.

"I swear I’m about to have a meltdown from mommy mode. I see him hand her the crumpled-up $10 bill. He waited calmly for his change..."

"We all should try and educate, empower and embrace every aspect of childbirth, including moments like this."