words are my habit.
i’m all for enjoying life. granted, i can’t afford to be selfish about it all the time. but this past weekend reminded me that smiles are more important than money.
ah.
home.
and once again i got to enjoy music…it wasn’t a perfect performance (i really have no vocal stamina) but it was a blessing to do and people said they were blessed so yay!
ah.
music.
The writing gurus say not to write about the pain when it is fresh. By that they do not mean not to write about it at all, but not to share it just yet when your skin is still hot, when your brain is still hot. Don’t share it when you’re still on fire. I’ve […]
Every year our church had at least one evangelistic series, at least that’s what I recall. At least one. If not three. On some scale. And the best thing about them wasn’t that people were giving their lives to Jesus, although of course that’s a wonderful thing, but for me at age 7, the best thing about these evangelist series was the baptism at the end.
And I’m learning that to sit with grief (which is sometimes seemingly out of the reach of hope or any warm sentiments) is to honor our capacity to love. At some point the chest hurt eases but I’m not grabbing for that moment.
YOU have NO vocal stamina? WHAT?
anywayze. . .nice new job! 🙂 sounds very interesting! 😉