The world we see is a chord struck in harmony and suddenly interrupted by the broken note of selfish man.
Category Archives: My Thoughts
Broken People & Chicken Sandwiches
Life is short. People are precious. I hope I can learn to choose people over my preferences.
Specks and Logs
…I would rather try to focus on leveling the forest growing out of my own eye so that I can stand faithful before God.
… and not to yield
It is the cracks that kill us. Our tiny idea turns into a grand dream, and then slowly turns back into a tiny idea again…
The Radio
My soul cries out, so I turn up the radio…
The Endeavor 