rebelling against low expectations
I feel inspired when I pick up a book and read about men and women who laid down their lives for the sake of the gospel. People, real people, who have found perfect peace in God at the expense of the highest price they could pay – their lives. Then I lay down the martyr stories book and glance at the schoolbook waiting patiently beside me on the bed. I sigh lightly and look in the other...
I’m a wimp. This isn’t exactly a new discovery, but in light of recent events it’s a fairly obvious physical trait. When I think of myself I see a strong, confident girl ready to take on anything with a sparkling smile, sense of humor, and endurance that would outlast Chuck Norris (maybe a little past his prime). Of course, my daydream usually commences as I’m perched in a...
rebelling against low expectations
