
God Said, “He’s Not the One.”
As I lay in my Washington, D.C. apartment bedroom pitifully staring at the ceiling, tears flowed into my ears (a sensation I hate). Then I heard a voice. Continue reading “God Said, “He’s Not the One.””
As I lay in my Washington, D.C. apartment bedroom pitifully staring at the ceiling, tears flowed into my ears (a sensation I hate). Then I heard a voice. Continue reading “God Said, “He’s Not the One.””