In the breaking
Maybe in the breaking I find my way back to me, back to the me that God intended.
Faith
Finding hope in the weeds
Today is day two of rain. Real rain, not the spitting type of drizzle that often comes after meteorological predications of rain in California. The kind of rain where I put towels out at the doors to keep the animals and kids from tracking mud through the house. The kind of rain where I wonder if anyone …
Of being “worn”, the power of community, a confession, and a choice
There are days. They often come in waves. I wake up and I feel a heaviness on my chest. Nothing tragic, just the wear of the day to day. The loneliness, the weariness, I am tired. I put on the song “Worn” by Tenth Avenue North (video and lyrics here) and lift my tear-filled eyes. The lyrics …
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The least of these
I didn’t post a sibling picture yesterday on Facebook. Sometimes these things are complicated. I lost my little brother to cancer when he was just 35 years old. It will be TWENTY years next month. How odd time is. But sometimes it is thorny to post things. I know I am not the only one. It reminded me of …
Letter to my tribe and how I really know nothing
After reading and re-reading this post several times it seems a little disjointed and rambly (a true writer’s adjective). This is probably just the result of my disjointed thinking right now, but I have made a goal of posting more regularly so with all of its wanderings away we go. Please allow grace to abound. Last weekend …
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