Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. . .
When did we buy the lie that happiness is the means to happiness?
That what feels good is right and what is painful is wrong?
Hungry is not comfort. Thirsty is not pleasure.
Time will not be managed. It will not slow. It will not rush. It will not freeze. I want these short winter days to stretch long. To keep the candles going long after the power returns — careless of chores — just to finish a …