The last time I saw my brother alive was 18 years ago this week.
The refining fire of August
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Washed in the weight of grief
Platitudes are crushed by desperation. Fundraisers and emergency supplies are not enough when she cannot be found and even when she is.
The Voice of the Lord
Whatever the seemingly insurmountable obstacle or destructive force in the path ahead, they are no match for the One who created the fire, who shakes the wilderness.
This is a tourniquet
God is giving me, giving all of us, the opportunity to confidently and calmly tell them we have what will save your life in the end. There is a way this is supposed to work. There is a way to more than just survive.
Delayed gratitude for a father’s love
It can only always be a delayed response. The slow dawning of love’s deep begins to buoy us up only after we begin to understand what has been relentlessly given.
There is no capturing God
The most amazing things in creation cannot be contained—much like their Creator. They, in fact, will not be contained. Their enjoyment diminished as they are filtered through so tiny a lens.
The skeletons in my closet, er I mean, my yard
We are bare and barren and nothing apart from the creation, covering and breath of God. We are dry bones stuck awkwardly together with the angles not quite matching up. There is no life without his command to come alive.
We were out for blood
We wanted blood. And what is incomprehensible? We got it.
Maintaining your lane
“But the path of the righteous is like the light of dawn, which shines brighter and brighter until full day.” Proverbs 4: 18 Feeling my face flush and blood pressure shoot up, I watch as the car in front of me slows and then continues to drift from its lane. The driver had to hear … Continue reading Maintaining your lane
Flat tires and wild imaginings
Like a constrictor squeezing harder with each gasp, the feeble mind eliminates any rational line of thinking. It is why anxiety can feel so suffocating.
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