Sometimes..
To anyone listening, I decided to come back. I think I need to keep writing. At least for myself. That's who I'm writing for anyway. Sometimes I have things in my Amazon cart I need to buy. Sometimes I think of my friends who are missionaries in Haiti that are thankful for a shelf in a classroom. Sometimes I complain that they ran out of my favorite waffles at the store. Sometimes I think about how people cry for clean water. Sometimes I wonder if I will go to heaven. Sometimes I wonder how giving 1 dollar to the salvation army can make me feel deep inside that I did this great thing that I should go now. Sometimes I think about my abusive father who gave too. I wonder. There are so many things that make me wonder if there is a God. And there are so many things that remind me there is. People have been blessed with clean water when it's hard. God brings someone in. He gave me so much. He gave me a dream last night that Dustin's fingernails were painted red with sp...