I believe in magic.
Champagne bubbles, carbonation, and an end of cynicism.
A poem, I think.
Happy first day of school.
And for the old.
Yes, somewhere far beneath my dirt and bones, I believe in grace.
You were made for this.
The more I sing, the more I feel like I could never sing enough.
Maybe the way we glorify God is in the ever-longing for Him.
Just listen to the story.