It's hard letting go, sometimes.. like of a friend who died, of a close companion who has moved away, or of a child, suddenly grown up and not needing you like he or she did.  read more »

I think the title speaks for itself. Sometimes, I have a lot to say. Other times, I just hold my breath. This is one of those times, sort of in between having a lot to say, and holding my breath. Know what I mean?

It's like when somebody takes your bed even though you had your hand on it at a camp ground. Is it worth fighting over? Probably not. But is it worth festering over, about the person who cheated you, and obsessing over ways that God might take revenge for you? Probably.  read more »