I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
“I do not fear God,” she said, when I asked her why she wouldn’t go to church with me for Easter, “but I fear Christians.” I felt like I needed to show her that she wouldn’t be judged by any one… but how could I if she refused to go come and see?
This fine young woman, I picked her up last Friday…
you are a hero! right now, there is one thing I am very sure about. If you were to meet God this very moment, He would smile at you and tell you ‘well done’ ;)