“Where are you from?” she asked me, well-meaning eyes expecting an answer that would fit neatly into this cup of tea after church world we’d stumbled into like refugees from another planet.
I blinked. My voice stumbling lost in my dark throat…
Category: Identity
Called.
Called. ‘When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them? You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honour. You made…
