You can't claim to love God, but hate or ignore those made in His image. A bite-sized blog.
I used to say that I didn't mind admitting when I was wrong—if it ever happened. But that's not true.
Keeping no records of wrongs means agreeing to live with the consequences of another's sinful behavior.
At the core of who I am, I am petty and spiteful; impatient and unkind.
Vanity, pride, and a deep love for pretty things bred a severe self-loathing at my mediocrity. Anyone smarter, lovelier and more talented was automatically categorized as "enemy"—specially favored and preferred by God.
To be human is to be imperfect. In fact the word "human" in the dictionary is synonymous with the word "flawed" and "frail."
Here's something I never thought I'd say: I am incredibly grateful for my time of singleness.