Life is not as black and white as I used to believe.
A lot of very emotional events can take place within one weekend.
Moms are wise.
I can make B's in all my classes and still feel okay about myself.
I really can't wait to be a nurse.
I am a servant, not a slave.
Loving does not always mean pouring.
Anger can be holy. I can weep over the sin of others. I can be broken because of the impact of sin. I can wrestle. And it's okay.
In the morning, there's always more grace.
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