“Today was a Day Two kind of day. I felt the weight of sorrow and the comfort of hope. It was a day to be human and to be grateful for salvation. It was gloriously messy and real. And through it all I felt sustained and comforted by a Savior who has been through such a day as this. One who knows the compassion and enduring peace and love that waits on the morning of the third day.”
“I AM you and we were slaying dragons before the world was. You NEED to remember it.”
“No matter what we’re experiencing it will change with the passage of time. What is of greatest importance then, in a world where both the view and vantage point are so changeable?
Knowing where to look.”
“Is this call,
To come unto Him,
The invitation to our own
Nativity?
An opportunity for rebirth and
Becoming
A new people,
Keeping a new covenant
And ushering in
A new world.”
“I imagine that she too had to remind herself that it wasn’t all dirty nappies, dirty dishes, dirty floors, fingers, and faces. That somewhere in the mundaneness of it all the work of God was happening. That somewhere in her offering of home, food, learning, and love there was something that would come close to the divinity within him. That somehow in all her mortal weakness there would be something that would help him in the work he would someday perform.”
“Because feeling weak is just an idea,
Like worry, or fear, or hope.
And ideas can change
The course of history,
And my own mind.
So while I breathe
And while I stand
Upon the ground instead of lie within it,
I’ll earn that obituary.”
“The name she goes by in each part of our family doesn’t seem to matter much; it is what the name has come to mean that has made all the difference. “
I picked up my fork and went to work beside him on the hillside, blood and sweat mingling under the Midwestern sun. He smiled at me and threw another thistle. “Farms and people need caretakers,” He said.
“I want to earn my eulogy. So someday in my children’s past, They’ll remember me as I wished I could be.”