Please Tell Me I’m Not Beautiful

September 23, 2015 / Guest Blog
Now is not the time for me to be writing this. I have laundry to do, floors to mop, shelves to build, and dishes to put away. But now is exactly the time I feel the need to write. Because something happened two nights ago that I can’t shake. Something trite, but so profound. Something intentionally hurtful, but so joyful. Something only God himself c...