....and the roads were where we lived. We slept in rock quaries and on door steps of churches - I slept on the floor of the convenience store just off the cap rock in Texas, I put my head by the beer case to get some cold air, and it didn't matter that I had a condo back home or a bed because you become the character in the story you are living and whatever you were is gone...
20 1 / 2012
"We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be."
(Source: hisearthlylight, via amandanoelle11)
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