Is everyone really as angry as they seem right now?
If we’re being honest…I’m not. I’m defensive, I’m tired, and I’m hurt. That’s where this election season and all it brought with it has left me. I think sometimes that looks like anger.
Not long ago I really thought I could just vote and sit back until November. And THEN once everything was settled, everyone would get back to the usual. Back to the business of kindness and mutual respect and anything but all of this. I’m not feeling so optimistic now. I fear that this year has caused maybe too deep a rift. I hope I’m wrong.
I really, really hope I’m wrong.
My faith lies in Christ, it is true as ever, but my living is down here with everyone else and I just crave a return to decency.
So. Can we be okay? Can we work on okay? Can we all agree that as a nation, we are a mess right now, and go about the work of being His hands and feet and doing what we can we can to clean it up? Can we agree to rethink about our way of doing things from small government up, know better and do better and then go DO better? Can we work to heal the wounds we caused when we decided to use our our keyboard like a weapon and the screen like a shield? Can we mend relationships that became casualties for our cause? Can we replace agendas with the faces of the people we love? Can we have real conversations about race and rights and love and who exactly Jesus referred to as our neighbor and who exactly God considers His child?
I’m in if you’re in. Please be in.
Let’s be okay again, and then we’ll figure out great.
E is getting older, as kids do. 4 is fast approaching, and she’s sliding into that home stretch with all the inquisitiveness you’d expect of this age. E is a noticer. You may not even notice that she’s noticed until it gets brought up later, but she does. This is wonderful and brilliant and makes for the best conversations. We took Branden’s phone last night and let her use Google Voice and ask questions. It was pure delight. We now know why the moon looks orange sometimes, among other things.
First off, I just want to say thank you and wow to all the support and love and outreach that the blog has been getting. It’s been overwhelming. There have been questions, as expected and welcomed. I’m happy to chat, to the best of my ability, with anyone who genuinely wants to learn and isn’t just looking to argue.
Sometimes, however, you may not get what you’re looking for. Truth is…I don’t have many answers, and probably as many questions remaining as you have. Continue reading
I’ve been sort of restless since my last post, and the events leading up to it.
I’ve also been spending a lot of time in my bible between my discipleship group and, well…digging for answers. Continue reading
So I’ve been living a lie.
I learned that today. Turns out I have an imaginary child.
Not my inner child or anything. No.
My three year old isn’t real. Continue reading
I’m 18 and you are 19. We are in our sparsely furnished apartment and we have run out of money for the week. I’m enormous with a child who doesn’t appear to sleep in the womb and has taken a liking to my ribs. You are wiry and fidgety with wild hair and the wild eyes of someone trying to figure out how to be still with someone you love when you don’t know how to be still at all. We are a sight to behold. Continue reading
Our worlds are bruised,
black and blue.
Tender to the touch,
skin every hue. Continue reading