Crashbox

It is chilly and lonely tonight. Despite my frustrated words, blogging is like conversing with an old friend. So here I am again, talking to the emptiness because it is a cold night, musing because the events that make up life demand it, slipping into the same things I sought to escape. We can only change up to a point; we are not meant to shuffle off our humanity, but to throw that humanity on Christ, knowing He will care for His wandering sheep. And wander we will...