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?