texts: I think of running for help, and falling to my knees in prayer. </s> <s> As I have prayed day and night since the desecration of this church yesterday morning -- and my sin. You see, Father -- </s> <s> Yes, Sister?
labels: Yesterday morning, God gave me but one chance to use something else to serve Him. Not my arms or my legs, but something I used for the first time, for the last time, and will never use again. My vagina.