The heart of the matter
Since the dawn of time, nothing has inspired more writing than a good breakup. Romeo and Juliet was kind of a doozy (talk about a break up gone wrong). Don't even get me started with music. I mean, would country music even exist without breakups? Would Taylor Swift's musical career? I digress. My point is, I've been doing a lot of writing and it's been coming from a place of great hurt and devastation. This morning at church my good friend Scott prayed over me and he took my hands and he looked me square in the eyes and said, "You don't have time for this distraction. And that's all it is. A distraction. Let it go." Then I came home and called my dad. But first I cried and snotted all over Scott. I think after all these weeks I need to buy him a new shirt. Oh this topic could be a blog in and of itself. You see Bernie (yup, real name) knew about David all along. He saw it within the first fi...