I recently had the opportunity to go to court. I use the term "opportunity" very carefully. It does not reflect the way I initially felt or talked about it, but I have since come around. If you have never had to stand before a judge, your friends, family, and strangers to give a detailed account of your deepest hurt and shame two chairs away from the person who caused most of it, I highly recommend it. I wouldn't consider it the funnest thing in town, but it will definitely give you a better - more accurate - perspective of God and yourself. In the grand scheme of things, that is really what I'm going for in this life. I had hoped that I would gain that understanding through something not quite so humiliating and terrifying, but I'll take it how I can get it. I'm the type of person who regularly says, "don't judge me," for minor things (like the way I eat pizza). Let me tell you, the level of scrutiny I was under both times I went before the ju
"Ooh Chloe." I'm pretty sure I hear this every day. I think it has to do with the fact that I'm a mess. I'm generally confused about what I'm supposed to be doing. I am quite certain that I am supposed to be writing, so I want to personally invite you to share in my blessed mess - the ups and downs, the laughing and crying, laughing till crying, laughing while crying, and everything in between!