My heart flutters from the conversation I just had with my roommate about worship. She is so stinking sweet and I love her.
I love people that love Jesus. And I can't believe that I'm excited just from a story of what happened in her Kairos, not mine, but I am. And I love God all the more for it. It's like I'm proud - even though I'm so not her mom nor can i take any credit for anything what so ever. Love it. I don't even have words.
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