I think one of the hardest things about this season of Sabbathing, is not the quiet, not the stillness, not the rest, the hardest thing about it, is the undoing, the unbeing.
It’s the crumbling of self.
Invitation
If we’re not hungry enough to relentlessly pursue him, we’re not hungry enough.
Sifted for Glory
“I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome… Read more “Sifted for Glory”
Silent
Here’s the truth we can lean on: though it feels like he is silent, he has already spoken. His word is, and his promises never fail. … Read more “Silent”
The Calm before the Storm
He says: “Can I tell you something without you getting upset…” (I think to myself ‘Ugh. No. You can not.’ Deep Breath, sigh…) I Say: “Okay, whats up.” (Brace… Read more “The Calm before the Storm”
Full Color
Lately I’ve been in a dancey mood, music on the tv, spontaneous family dance parties in the kitchen. Life feels worth celebrating. More color. More music. More… Read more “Full Color”
Christmess
I had grand plans for this Christmas, I wanted it to be magical perfection. Instead, it will be full of broken filth, just as I am. I… Read more “Christmess”
