The Power of Small Dreams
Sometimes realizing a dream is all about having the eyes to see that it’s already come true.
Category: Living
It’s Still True
In that hope I felt seen, I felt understood, I felt loved, and I felt forgiven. At last, at long, long last I remembered what it felt like to have a hope in Christ. To be recognized as imperfect, but loved so perfectly. To be taken in with all my flaws but to be given the atonement so flawlessly. To be recognized in my unbelief and doubt but to be compensated for my lack with an overflowing faith.
Jumping Tracks: Life After Suicide
“That’s how death is. We close the casket. We fold the flag. We make that last radio call. We weep, we breathe deep, and we walk away from the dead back to those who still live. And each step kills something inside us because Ben should still be here. Right here walking beside us.”
Hestia
“The worshipped has become
The pilgrim; straining, burning, dying,
For a chance to change
What is written in the stars.”
The Pendulum
We don’t have the luxury of proclaiming “not MY problem”, “not MY President”, “not MY America”. Like it or not, this is OUR America and the blame for our division lies at all of our feet.
Last Mom Limping
“I had no idea how emotional existing in that “moment” would be. Everything I am was right there with me in that space. I was wrapped up in wondering whether or not I could keep going, if I could keep my promise to myself to cross the finish line…”
Sex, Death, and Disenfranchised Grief
“For some inexplicable reason our culture expects that the elderly experience a different kind of grief. As if age makes the death of a spouse, and that loss of a sexual relationship, expected and therefore somehow “less”. Those widowed are supposed to accept it with grace and wait patiently for their turn to die. Alone.”
Marking Time with a Cricket
“Then a lone cricket starts playing his tune into the dark silence.
It makes me feel wonderfully small and inconsequential to mark time with a cricket…”