“I'll meet you outside," I said. No way was I actually doing to shout 'I have to pee' at the top of my lungs.”

“Headed to the top. The only question as I meet you on my way is if you're coming with me or not.”

“Or you might shout at the top of your lungs or whisper into your sleeve, "I hate you, God." That is a prayer too, because it is real, it is truth, and maybe it is the first sincere thought you've had in months.”

“He broke me down past the flesh, past the muscle, past the bone, down to my soul and in a loud provocation, he asked, “What are you made of?”After I gathered the broken bits and pieces of my life together, I shouted at the top of my lungs, “HOPE! Unbreakable, undeniable, irrevocable hope!”

“I'll lock my heart away deeper ..if I do that ..I won't have to feel pain outside or inside .. or the fear I won't have to feel anything at all !”

“This is a terrible way to travel. I go to meetings my boss doesn't want to attend. I take notes. I'll get back to you.”