I had toed the line for months. Entertained the idea for far too long. The time had come. You know that moment when it’s time to stop talking and just start doing? That moment had arrived. No looking back. No regrets. YOLO, right? I made the call, set up the appointment
So there’s this boy… I know what you’re thinking. “Spare me. Is this some mushy love story about falling in love and living happily ever after?” Well, not hardly. Let me save you the trouble, there’s no happy ending. Not yet anyways. And as much as I’d like to say
I’m not one to bring up controversial issues let alone boldly tackle whats been deemed a touchy subject. So as a precursor, this post is no different. I’ve been thinking a lot about why I am so drawn to tattoos, to permanent ink on the skin of others. Seems a
I grew up in a loving home and I am truly blessed to have never doubted the love and support of my parents. I had an understanding of great human love, modeled before me daily. I don’t remember ever not having some sort of concept and knowledge of God. I
If you’re reading this right now, odds are you clicked on a link from Twitter or Facebook. Some of you may be use to seeing me post and share Before the Cross on Facebook and typically, thats how you find yourself here. If thats you, you may have noticed and
