Wednesday, October 23, 2013. I used to be passionate about writing, and while I never took myself too seriously, I at least had fun; the process of shaping nothing into something entirely new and never-before-written excited me.

By far the greatest benefit of this house is that a half mile down, the asphalt dead ends and a trailhead begins. When I started running, the trail was always empty. The miles were hard and slow, but it helped that the lagoon trails were so beautiful and quiet. We drove past my old place.

Saturday, April 21, 2012. If I lift my hands during worship and at a concert? If I lead worship on Sunday morning in church but swear when someone tries to cut into my lane? If I call myself a leader in church and ill-treat my own sister? If I give clap offerings to God and play an instrument in the worship team but with that very same pair of hands, I take what is not due to me? Want to make a difference? Start with the small things.