Sometimes I wish I had a motorcycle. Sometimes I wish we could just live in one place. Sometimes I wish we could move. Sometimes I wish I could just get a regular job. Sometimes I wish I could hang out with my brother and sister-in-law along the Ohio River on summer evenings. Sometimes I wish I could see my great niece Gabby grow up in person instead of on Facebook. Sometimes I wish sports really mattered. Sometimes I wish there were many ways to heaven. Sometimes I wish I could just be happy for gay people that they found someone they loved. Sometimes I wish Diane and I could spend all of our money on ourselves. Sometimes I wish I didn’t care that half the kids in the mountains of Haiti will die before the age of 5 from unclean drinking water. Sometimes I wish I didn’t believe in hell. Sometimes I wish people I know didn’t drink so much. Sometimes I wish I could play the piano. Sometimes I wish I didn’t care what people thought. Sometimes I wish I could eat all the chocolate chip cookies and pizza I wanted. Sometimes I wish Jesus would just come back already. Sometimes I wish I cared more about others and sometimes I wish I cared less. Sometimes I wish I didn’t waste so much time. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t cost Jesus His life on the cross.
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