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Come away
I’ve been thinking about that strange paradox between living and grieving. We’re forced to do one but we need to do another. The one doesn’t leave much room for the other. The one often overshadows the other. Responsibilities don’t allow me room to do much reflecting. There are three rascals to feed, to hold, to…
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even living?
Something important is happening here, but I still can’t pin down what. It’s clear from my children’s happy days and satisfied sleeps that we’re making it. We keep making it. Each day arrives, and we’re still here, but now something new bids us forward into each morning. Is this joy? Is this hope? We made…
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If this is now
So be it. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the job God has called me to complete. The race I’ve been signed up to run. The life I am blessed/burdened/beckoned to live. Jude writes to the church, “To those who are called, beloved in God the Father and kept for Jesus Christ: May mercy,…
a scribble of jo 