Our lives are punctuated by storms. The sudden and the difficult. The merely inconvenient and the Maria’s. And while I do think we learn a great deal about ourselves while the storm rages, there’s actually something to be said for how we behave when the tempest approaches.
Author: ash
Cause you crazy. Cause you don’t love your momma. Cause you don’t love nobody.
We don’t have to love the nature of all things, but we must know that all things have a nature. Selah.
And Ya’ll. That really got me to thinking about how we make all of these excuses not to listen to other people, even the people we say we love. I started considering all the misunderstandings we have with those around us who speak the same language. And I started wondering, are we truly listening? Are we trying to hear?
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