He doesn’t comment on my photos telling me how “gorgeous” or “hot” I am to him, and I don’t get the “I love you too, baby’s” whenever I post something admiring him.
We played phone tag for hours and then he texted me a text I hope no one ever has to receive from someone they love and miss: “Still not working. Phone’s going to die. If this goes through, I love you.”
"After 18 years of pastoral ministry, I have never met a person who fell in love with Jesus because a Christian scolded them about their morality or their ethics. Have you?"
"Countless women go to bed each night wondering if they will ever feel noticed... Have you felt far from cherished? Have you been cut down one too many times?"
"When the storms of life rage, because, by golly, they will, it’s a strict tunnel vision I must maintain to keep from drowning. I cannot look to the left, or to the right."
"The reason the #MeToo offenders can be easily categorized as men with fetishes rather than some other form of sexual dalliance is simple: With the amount of money they had, they could have easily gotten a high-end prostitute or escort to satisfy their whims."
