by Emily Wierenga | Apr 12, 2013 | brokenness, calvary, church, depression, duane scott, eating disorders, future, hell, human, Jesus, love, past
We’re in the Taco Bell driveway, just two famished college boys getting something to eat, when I mention it. My past, that is. And he stops diving deep in his backpack for scrunched dollar bills; stops and just stares at me with somber eyes, like he has witnessed...