Why should we care about the suffering of others when we have our own pain? What is it to us that someone else is suffering?
Most days, I simply feel out of place. It comes so easy, this feeling that we’re oceans away from feeling normal, lost on the other side of the world in a land of misfits.
Where Is God In The Heartache Of Tragedy?
What are you hiding in the grand performance of your life? Is it possible we’re not just hiding from others, but also God?
If we’re honest, we all struggle with wondering what others think about us. But what do we with our character?