At the beginning of the summer, my mom challenged me to pray for something I desperately wanted. Something which seemed bold and almost impossible. My mind is constantly crammed with pieces of songs, poetry, and glitter, so it’s hard for me to remember to pray . . . even though I want to. I had …
It’s really important to ask yourself why you do what you do. (Not why you order caramel cloud macchiatos at Starbucks every time) (Though this too is an important question) My latest why has been why I blog. Is it because I simply like hearing typing my own voice bits of pixel-based type forms? Naw, …
