Not too long ago, I decided to pay my elder sister a visit. I didn’t tell her I was coming since I wanted it to be a surprise.
When I got to her home, I knocked on the door. Her younger son asked from within, “Who is there?”
I made my voice deep and spoke like a man, “Is that James?”
Even though I knew God wanted me to write on it, it has been quite draining and exhausting. At one point, as I was praying and writing the post on How To Become And Stay Sexually Pure (1), I inexplicably burst into tears because I just had a sudden overpowering feeling that someone desperately needed it at that time.