God Will Not Miss Your Call

God Will Not Miss Your Call

“Can you come pick me up? I don’t feel safe.” A few weeks ago, my phone rang as a familiar name filled the screen. My day was just beginning, filled to the brim with deadlines and meetings. Twenty minutes away, my roommate was just over halfway down the nature trail,...
my tattoo.

my tattoo.

So. I have a tattoo. One year ago I climbed a steep set of stairs, sat down in a black chair, and held my leg incredibly still as a stranger marked me with permanent ink. It was the day after April Fool’s and the day before Good Friday, somewhere in...