Even the artists, like Asaph, entrusted with the responsibility of singing God's praise, fell for cynicism and frustration. But God didn't cast them from court. He held them close, and kept them near as their complaints dissolved into song again.
We don't have to be broken anymore.
Reality is more fantastic than we could've imagined
"...You look like you have things together."
My life is so not Instagram-able, at least not in the way I envy
I thought myself alone. When you are tempted, don't hesitate: See this crumbling empire, clinging to Fisher Price power. When you do good, see it as treason. Betray, though their eyes follow you to the guillotine from your house, and you drag your arms, atrophied from the chains, all the way. See yourself both a … Continue reading To the Cowardly Revolutionary