“Each crack of that whip was for my mistakes,
oh blood is on my hands,
Each stumble up that hill was my step to take,
oh blood is on my hands”
–Todd Agnew
I am sitting by a trash can in the airport, and the stink of garbage is over my right shoulder. It’s the only place I could find an outlet to plug my computer, phone and iPod into.
This has been a crazy week. It has brought tears of sadness mixed with heartache and confusion, but as a result, it’s also birthed restoration among friends, along with a reconciliation between roommates. David says it[…]
