We might believe God has forsaken us because we’re so bad.

I've always had a simultaneous fear of, and attraction toward, the unknown.

And in these fucking dark and scary times, it's easy to adopt a "What difference does it make?" attitude.

So I often find myself in these situations where my heart's pounding so fast I can barely breathe.

And I can't tell if it's excitement, or terror, or both.

You can wholeheartedly love Jesus and be depressed.