More to give

Sometimes love means sacrifice right? I mean, I've been thinking see-living means survival and survival means you gotta have self-interest to keep on living. But if you care about something just as much or maybe more than your own survival, then you have to devote some of your interest and your life to that other thing that you love. And that's kind of a definition of sacrifice right? 

A Feeling for Weekends

It is a cold and cruel world out there. Apathy abounds and every glare is dagger-sharp, cutting like the wind across the skin. But it's okay because inside, the people you love are waiting to warm you up with kindness and pancakes. Thank you.

I've never experienced a revival before. My only knowledge of revivals comes from a history lesson about a certain preacher and his sermon in the 1700s. But as it turns out, a revival speaker really does fill your soul with emotions zealous and powerful. It's like with every beat of his heart thoughts are formed and words are manifested and awaiting the moment when they burst forth from his mouth like a river whose dam gate has been opened.

And I fell asleep two times, studied for the calculus test tomorrow, and worked on friendship bracelets.

How was your weekend?