pride, part two . . . or, a sampler of thoughts on arrogance
Sometimes, my “better than” comes from wounds. Maybe yours does, too.
Tag: Christian recovery
repost: a light between here and there
the Grandma I wrote about in this post passed away today. she was an example to me of a love that endures at a time when I needed it most.
a light between here and there
I wonder how long we will live along this dark highway. . . in the dailyness of nurturing, guiding, growing, of learning to be faithful in small things.
Because sometimes, I wrestle with the limits of my little light.
when I fear I have lost my flavor
Sometimes, discouragement knocks hard on your door and it takes everything in you not to invite it in to share a giant piece of chocolate cake.
blessings for the broken part four
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.
blessings for the broken, part two
We used to wear our grief.
Black for a day, a month, a season, a year . . .
To show loss.
To let the world around us know we carried sorrow.
Appearance had meaning.
blessings for the broken, part one
The breaking was just as much for me as it was for him.
I see it now. I saw it then.
But my eyes are are slow to turn the image upright. . .
homesick
My mind replays tapes of failure when I lie in bed too long awake.
Things neglected. Things forgotten. People neglected. People forgotten.
Failure that I’m not really sure is always failure.
marking time
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 …