Vigorous resistance

Killing me is hard. Long, busy days flow over into time reserved for community and grace. I grow tired and angry and resist the opportunities to meet with others to show love, to be loved. Without exception, doing battle with me is treacherous. It always seems most dangerous and inevitable after periods of peace and … Continue reading Vigorous resistance

Pity parties and answered prayers

"All human nature vigorously resists grace because grace changes us and the change is painful." ~Flannery O'Connor I felt small, and not the good kind of small. Not the kind that meant the black you wore was flattering and the muffin top was less visible. This was purely the less visible kind. The kind where … Continue reading Pity parties and answered prayers