Every so often, I go back and read my old writing. Sometimes that’s my short stories from elementary school, novel beginnings from when I was thirteen, or Secretary’s Corners from last year. I usually have one of two reactions. “I wrote this?!” or “I wrote this?”
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.