I grew-up, as a child knowing Jesus. For as long as I can remember, I knew God made me, that He loved me, and that He sent His son
Dear Hurting Teenager, I know you want to leave. I know the horrible, endless walks through the hallways that you endure every morning, near vomiting. I know the afternoon bus rides
I grew-up, as a child knowing Jesus. For as long as I can remember, I knew God made me, that He loved me, and that He sent His son
Dear Hurting Teenager, I know you want to leave. I know the horrible, endless walks through the hallways that you endure every morning, near vomiting. I know the afternoon bus rides