Sometimes the best way to forgive is to let the other person forget.
You spend 90% of your adult life hoping for a long rest and the last 10% trying to convince the Lord that you're actually not that tired.
Yes, I worry about the craziest things, but better me than someone less qualified.
If God had intended me to make excuses for who I am, He would have given me better excuses.
It's getting harder and harder to worry needlessly.
I believe in a real, physical world. I figure if the world existed only in my mind, it would pay more attention to me.