to shiver in the morning to open the day in fear;
"...You look like you have things together."
My life is so not Instagram-able, at least not in the way I envy
No turning back. Every day, every moment, despite weakness and shortcoming, we will do: the Holy Spirit in me and I. The nearness of God is my good; I have made the LORD God my refuge, that I may tell of all Your works. Psalm 73
I thought myself alone. When you are tempted, don't. See this crumbling empire, clinging to Fisher Price power. When you do good, see it as treason. Betray, though their eyes follow you to the guillotine from your house, and you drag your arms, atrophied from the chains, all the way. See yourself both a loyal … Continue reading To the Cowardly Revolutionary
The Opposite of Mourners Rejoicing voices rose through my bedroom floor, so I couldn't drift to sleep. What a glorious insomnia. I watched Jimmy Fallon on my phone until the voices slipped away. One of the celebrators had handed me a chocolates flavored peppermint in cellophane, and it is lying somewhere here in my bedroom. … Continue reading [crumbs of truth] The Opposite of Mourners • Ten / Forty • Growing in Faith, Falling in Love, and Other Strange Maybe-Decisions
a speck of reflective dust i am, and not much more. flipping, spinning in sunbeam with siblings who become friends, strangers who become family. there's camaraderie in dirt. in the spotlight, well, here we are: can't escape each other's grainy eyes. can't help rubbing down my elbows against your crumbling knees and crying out.