The Girl in My Circle

how can I care forthe girl in my circlewhen I know a hundred othersby heart? so maybe it's discernmentnot rose-colored glassesor self-indulged blindnessthat has me centered infamily and church and community. . .not knowing every story,or holding all the world.not exposing myselfto all manner ofinsanity,and darkness,gaping woundsscrolling by. I can't wholly loveif I'm going half… Continue reading The Girl in My Circle