by Meredith Angeline Hinton
What happens when our convictions die?
What happens when our passion fizzles out?
What are we good for then?
These are the questions I am currently asking myself. I want to know how it is that I am able to think about myself all the time when there are people that legitimately need help with buying groceries, that need a place to wash their clothes, and that simply need a ride to work.
Why is it so hard to love people?
Why is dying to myself so hard?
Where is my transformed heart?