But that's as far as it ever goes.
The God of light who commands the armies of angels. The God Who Was, and Is, and Who Will Be. This is our God; the One we worship. This is my Father, who gently stirs me from my sleep, and holds me in the love and safety of His arms.
80 days ago, Aiia Maasarwe was catching a tram home. Yesterday, I wore a dress. 41 days ago, I spent an entire night crying out to God in bitterness and anguish. Tonight, I should be writing an essay on prayer.
Muslim or Christian; whose life is more worth mourning? | This blog calls out the immature reaction of Christians to the Christchurch shooting.