I arrived at New England Annual Conference and was shortly met by seminary friend and fellow blogger Jeremy, who greeted me... with a tissue. Also, I'm posting on my iPhone from the balcony, so Jeremy, you owe me a dollar.
When I was little, my mom used to blot her lipstick by kissing a square of tissue. She would give the square to me and I'd put it in my pocket when I went off to daycare. If I got lonely during the day, or sad, or missed her at all, I'd take the square… Continue reading Jesus Kisses