The last two weeks have been hard, but it's helped me write what exactly...
It was 2am and I was sobbing. The first part of March had been brutal for our family. Sickness had erupted. Nearly everything on the schedule had been cancelled. Saturday came and I thought we had made it through. We bared our weak arms and bowed our heads to disinfect, scrub, vacuum, and steam clean every … Continue reading When Faith Looks Like a Messy Bun – Thoughts on Trusting God
I love our Christmas tree. I love being in it's light. I will turn off every light in the house just to get the full affect. Christmas lights evoke meaning. We have much to look forward to. Good things are coming. That's the promise, right? A Christmas tree lights the way to Christmas. We anticipate and are … Continue reading Light Matters: An Explanation and Examination
There was an irony in yesterday's post. While I am not on Facebook, my post was. It was tossed in the pile of Feeds that I bemoaned yesterday. What effect it had, I have no idea. That's the sorrow of throwing something out to a hundred different hands. Yet, I know that what I offer isn't … Continue reading Made to Share:
I heard this song yesterday: and when I did, I laughed. I still knew the words after all these years. I could probably sing it with the bitter, cracked, sexy (supposedly) way that I used to. But, after the laughter came the groan. That was me. That was how I coped. I swallowed resignation daily, … Continue reading Falling into Love
“What we hunger for perhaps more than anything else is to be known in our full humanness, and yet that is often just what we also fear more than anything else. It is important to tell at least from time to time the secret of who we truly and fully are . . . because … Continue reading Out of Words
The last few days have been clumsy. Me, being awkward. Saying strange things to the important people in my life. I've been walking around feeling like I'm offending. . . somebody. Anybody. People I love, people I admire. Are my words not processing well? Did I slip in the wrong filter? Do I have a … Continue reading This is Me: Not Hiding