I’m sorry. If you’ve come here to read a semi-deep thought or something witty, you have my sincere apologies.
This is Easter. I can’t think of a better way to sum it up.
I don’t want to write. I certainly don’t want to write anything encouraging or uplifting. Really–I think I just want to complain.
Distance has become normal to me.
I feel like I’ve been in a crash course lately. It should be called Goodness 201–it’s a bit of remediation, some review, and some new lessons in God’s goodness to me.
Envy crept into the room. Its tendrils stealthily slid around ankles and started climbing towards hearts.
I tend to let the responsibility interfere with the joy.
I realize that while I pray about many things, I seldom pray about my own needs–especially my pain.
Peace is one of my favorite things. Not just inner peace, but a nation at peace.