twenty-five.

As of Friday I am twenty-five (aka: a quarter of a century and half-way to thirty). If I was a writer and good at stringing words together I'd tell you in poetic detail how Jesus is better, how He's shaking up my small corner of the world and humbling my soul. But I'm not a writer (I tried, this post had a few lengthy drafts), so I'll stick with what I know.

Here's a fresh twenty-five year old Christine.

xoxo

-c




and every day, in the temple and from house to house, they kept right on teaching and preaching Jesus as the Christ. Acts 5:42