God’s not dead, even though last Tuesday I was 100% ready to yeet my faith into the Ohio River, okay?
Look, I’m sitting here in my stupidly cold Ohio apartment...
God is dead meaning has been rattling around my skull again because last week I was sitting in a Waffle House off I-40 in Tennessee at 3 a.m., hashbrowns...
Okay, here we go. God Is Good All the Time
God is good all the time, even when I’m standing in my driveway at 6:17 a.m. in mismatched socks because...
Look, learning to believe in yourself doesn’t begin with rainbows. It begins in my crappy studio apartment in Phoenix last year, eating cold leftover...