"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"For most of my life, until yesterday, I thought that the best a Christian could do is eek by, building a series of excuses for 'Why, no, I think it’s actually ok for me to have a tattoo and still love Jesus. Please.'"
