I don’t think it’s fair to label this year “hard.” It was, but when I look at the suffering in the world these days, I think I’m ok with lowering its status to “unexpected” and “things I wouldn’t have chosen.” And the ending to all of these mostly unwelcome surprises has been happy – testaments to the faithfulness of God and the fullness of the friendships and relationships we’ve cultivated. They have been pulsating stones, screaming of God’s kindness to me.
If I’m standing and I close my eyes, I wobble. It’s a balance thing. It’s about proprioceptors, something medically-multi-syllabic, I dunno. During church, when we’re standing and the pastor says […]
My son had to have emergency surgery recently. He’s fine now, but this isn’t really about that. When I got the call that he needed surgery and had to be […]
It stands to reason, then, that when Community is at its best, it lets us be our Alone Version of ourselves. Not the person we put on for others to see – but the person we are when nobody is looking. And when we let others look: behold the mess, behold the funny, behold the Real, and they respect us and we respect them, Community grows.
Cue rainbow sparkles.
A few weeks ago, I woke with a pain in my side, most ‘scruciating.* Ever faithful, my husband, Andrew, took me to the doctor. While I cried and whimpered in […]