words are my habit.
My lazy eye…well, I wouldn’t mind a change
My womanhood
My womanhood + pastoral call
My skin color
My low voice
My loud laugh
My idea generating brain
My passion for equipping leaders
My idealism
My love for music
My love for writing
My love for coffee shops
My love for busy spaces with quiet nooks
My history
My deep conviction that where we are is not where we should remain
#thisisme #all
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.
