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.
We weren’t created with the capacity to breeze through these times. Feeling is a gift, even when it hurts.
this is so weird/providential(?). i’m not sure which. i like to attribute things to God based on truth not out of convenience and right now i’m quite unsure of how to read into the fact that today’s picture represents my sight coupled with the reminder that two years ago a dear friend died. you may […]
it’s time to write again. unfortunately, i allowed myself to get distracted by facebook and now i’ve forgotten how i was going to begin this post. it was smarter than this; i value smart starts. alas, writing is still in order so here i go, placing one figurative foot in front of the other. today […]
#1. I woke with regret. It’s been a week since surgery. I’m doing quite well–pretty strong, beating fatigue. But I should have set up an auto response for email, trusted all of work to God. Instead, I’m not truly resting and it feels too late now. What pains me is not that I need the […]
perhaps you have, too. perhaps you’ve fallen victim to an invitation that was ever so enticing. your guard was already down. you weren’t giving your full attention to what you’ve been called to do. or perhaps you’ve not even been settled on your calling. essentially you’ve been an easy person to distract, a perfect target. […]
I try to use exclamation marks sparingly. So listen up. I’m not sure when I first heard or read the Nehemiah 6 passage but I do remember being struck by it. Struck, not in a, “Yeah, that’s right, Nehemiah, I’m doing a great thing, too!” kind of way but in a, “Wow. I want to […]