The start of a good-bye

Today I sit here. Tears streaming. This is not the first time I've cried for Z. And it sure as heck won't be the last.You see, maybe a week or two ago, God has laid the idea on my heart that I need to love Z's mom.Can I be honest? I don't want to love

Filling the emptiness of 2015

2014. Much love. Some loss.As I reflect on this year, a little bit of sadness is in me. I think I've always been sad about the passage of time. I was like that as a kid, and I haven't changed much.Maybe it's because I know that once time is gone, you'll never get it back.