

In celebration of Charles Schulz…

So, I was cleaning my room today and I found this Bible that Jovian’s family had given me when Jovian and I had gotten baptized together. I don’t know if who did this, but I opened up the bookmark to this page. There was a little red arrow pointing to this paragraph. When I read it, my heart literally stopped.
God doesn’t care about how you look on the outside. He doesn’t care if you’re highly attractive or as tall as skyscrapers. He looks at your heart. Because that’s the only thing that really matters.

My handwriting is ugly, but I randomly felt like doing this.

wait
let me rephrase that
eww people write fan fiction?
(via johncarterofmars-deactivated201)