That satisfied me until I began to figure that if God loved all his children equally, why did he bother about my red hat and let other people lose their fathers and mothers for always?

There comes a point when a dream becomes reality and reality becomes a dream.

I miss the comfort in being sad.

I couldn't get that same feeling during the day, with my hands in dirty dish water and the hard sun showing up the dirtiness on the roof tops. And after a time, even at night, the feeling of God didn't last.

I have learned that to have a good friend is the purest of all God's gifts, for it is a love that has no exchange of payment.

I minded my own business, and, unfortunately, so did everyone else.

Have you ever had a broken heart?