"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
“Love you, sweetie.” I whispered, while placing a kiss on his cheek. His tired eyes blinked, half-open...but then his words surprised me. I would expect an “I love you too” or even a “have a good day.”
"God’s scandalous grace covers all of our wrongdoings, and He dishes out such grace liberally. But it’s one thing to struggle and fail, and quite another to call sin good and wrongdoing righteousness."
I didn’t expect these changes. Honestly. I thought I would bounce back. I was young! I was supposed to give birth and hit the beach the next month. I wasn’t supposed to look like this. Or feel like this.
