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When It Feels Like God Isn’t Good

It was inching closer to 9pm on a Sunday when my husband announces to grab a sweatshirt, "we're going out!". I'm used to his spontaneity, so I happily shrug on a sweater and we bound down the stairs to our motorbike. Are we getting coffee? Going to the local festival downtown? I pester him with… Continue reading When It Feels Like God Isn’t Good