You can hardly type fast enough as your fingers fly across the keys. Your thoughts compose sentences rapidly, and you can’t wait to get everything out on the screen. All …

I wish it came easy. I wish I could sit down and write. I wish there wasn’t always a battle. It was only a few months before I graduated high school that God made it perfectly clear to me PWID was where He wanted me.

My editing internship at an economics office this summer required that I dabble in free market philosophy. I had been trying to read one meaty article, scratching through the pages with underlines and question marks and brief abstractions of the text. But what I found at the end of this scholarly essay was a line of music, of rhythm, timbre, pitch.