If the dark side of humanity has you beat, step into this sunbeam.
Wednesday nights are Nails and Netflix, I just decided. Paint my nails and watch whatever I want. What's your New Years resolution? Seriously though, New Years seems to me like the Type A dream holiday. New Years resolutions mean New Years short-term goals, New Years schedules, New Years to-do lists. None of this innately appeals … Continue reading Nails and Netflix
Whatever makes Christmas merry for you, enjoy it with your family, rejoice in it, and for heaven’s sake, get a decent tree!
Even the artists, like Asaph, entrusted with the responsibility of singing God's praise, fell for cynicism and frustration. But God didn't cast them from court. He held them close, and kept them near as their complaints dissolved into song again.
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 hesitate: 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 … 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.
John 2:23-25 New American Standard Bible (NASB) 23 Now when He was in Jerusalem at the Passover, during the feast, many believed in His name, observing His signs which He was doing. 24 But Jesus, on His part, was not entrusting Himself to them, for He knew all men, 25 and because He did not need anyone to … Continue reading and now a word from our Father…
There is some bad poetry on this blog. There's some decent writing. This is a legitimate time capsule of Jaclyn, sampling a limited selection of moods and phases. I wish I'd kept better track of this metamorphosis. My intent is to return to my early ways of consistent written disclosure, especially about myself. You could … Continue reading Scrape the Rust, Oil the Joints