Heather Thompson Day
After the Texas mass shooting, a reminder that the darkness won’t stay dark for long, the tears won’t fall forever and the graves we’ve laid will open.
Jesus existed. We have historical documents proving this. Most mainstream historians won’t argue the existence of a man named Jesus who people kept calling the Christ.
Does the Bible place women in an inferior role to men? Is God sexist? Can I be a Christian and believe that men and women have an equal calling in ministry?
I’d make sure that children raised themselves and that televisions were babysitters. I’d make pornography a booming business and let marriages break beneath their chains. That’s what I would do, if I were the devil.
We can’t just represent ourselves. We constantly think about the population we identify with, and how certain views could further marginalize an already marginalized group.
Today, I’m talking about that #workmom life. The realm of insanity where your heart is constantly divided, and you never have enough time.
I have spent the last couple of years trying to truly believe that my worth is determined by the way I treat others, not by the way they treat me.
They dance and sing His praises and their adoration touched His heart. He smiled in their direction, but He knew this moment would be short lived.
These women of the glass are secure yet fragile. We are strong, yet so weak. After time, and disappointments we become worn out and dusty yet somehow remain beautiful and timeless.
Suddenly our relationship became less and less about me, and more and more about you. You would ask me questions and leave before I even gave an answer.