April goals – my reports and confessions
Children, children. Don’t you ever stop chewing on each other? Don’t you prefer to lay down control over the minutia of the universe?
Children, children. Don’t you ever stop chewing on each other? Don’t you prefer to lay down control over the minutia of the universe?
What I lack in a history of sexual sin I make up for in a thousand other ways, as named here. I am greatly in need of grace.