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
To be alone with me You went up on a tree ~Sufjan Stevens, To Be Alone With You When my brother died I looked for him everywhere. I knew without a doubt that his faith had become sight and now he’d seen the King. I know where he is. Left here on the faltering gray … Continue reading Grief and glimpses of glory
“I do not know You God because I am in the way. Please help me to push myself aside.” ~Flannery O’Connor This is the ‘i’ society. iPhone. iHome. iCar. iFood. While Apple may take credit for the little ‘i’ naming phenomenon, it has more than caught on. Most likely this is because the ultimate little … Continue reading I am in the way
I look for tidy answers to tiring days. Those long days, moments discouraging seem to run me down, even during what should be sabbath rest. It’s as if attacks are more prevalent when we’ve celebrated worship, rejoiced in The Victory. I can run down lists of all the ways the kids are awry and how … Continue reading The thorn isn’t leaving
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