Matt looked at the six people huddled around the conference room table and considered telling them all to just go to Hell. He would then calmly walk out, get into his car, and drive away. He didn’t do it for one simple reason; he was their pastor. These people depended on him, so did the […]
As a writer, you often feel invisible. No one is waiting for what you are writing; life goes on as you sit behind your computer. So it’s nice to know that my work has created these tiny ripples. I have to remind myself I’m not as invisible as I think I am.