I am about go to the last general session of a woman’s conference.  I have one thing.

Dad, teach me to hope again.  Show me again how you look at me.  Remind me your gaze.  Awaken my heart to your touch.  A new way, a different way, a everything-falling-out-from-under-me kinda way.  Because this is all I live for, to know you.

Bring it.

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I'm here to be me because I think I'm pretty cool. Walk with me as I explore myself, the world, and everything in between. I also curse a lot.

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