"How Do I Know There Is a God?" You know what I love about writing? No one can interrupt me. As a kid, I had so much to say but was always cut off—misunderstood. People thought they’d heard enough… but later wished they’d let me finish. I meant well. I always did.In the early mornings in the woods drinking a hot cup of coffee, a man has tim

Ill Leave Names out she knows who she is she turned her back on Gods GloryI stayed and did it by my self for my father all For His Glory Praise GodIt all started with betrayal, you know? The kind you never see coming, and when it hits, it cuts so deep. My so-called friend—the one I trusted, the one I thought would always have my back—laughed at