Our pedestaled definition of love is entirely backwards. God is love, but not the type of love that squeezes the life and vibrancy out of someone because He wants them all His own.
Read last week’s post here or view all other New York City posts. Time is currency. And this week, mine was spent — in research and at work. With it went my energy, so rather than sitting at my desk for three-plus hours, badgering myself to write something worth reading, I present the following: a conglomeration of thoughts,Continue reading “NYC Week Twelve: A conglomeration of thoughts”