Was anyone ever going to tell me that love was messy? For the better part of my life, I thought love was a guaranteed Cinderella fantasy, complete with a Prince Charming dressed handsomely in a black tux who cries as he watches you walk down the aisle on the very day you have dreamed of... Continue Reading →
He is the sunshine of my day. He wakes me up and watches over me at night. His faithful love protects me always. He stirs the Holy Spirit within me. He keeps me safe though a 1,000 fall on one side and 10,000 on the other. His righteousness watches over me. He knit me in... Continue Reading →
I am low on laundry detergent right now. That's it--that's the punchline. But really it's a metaphor for how the past couple of days, I've been low on energy. Tired. Emotional. Overwhelmed. Overthinking. Anxious. Things that are never a good combination. Things that make being low on laundry detergent seem like a dramatic flare to... Continue Reading →
If there's anything I've learned in life thus far, it's that things sometimes have to get messy before they become beautiful. Dirty rooms have to become even dirtier--clothes and objects strewn across the floor in order to dust off furniture, beds stripped to their bare mattresses to wash sheets, items tucked away into closets so... Continue Reading →
It's the nostalgic feeling mixed with an outlander identity that coats my bones and soul as I travel that long-worn road. It's seeing the trees I identified as landmarks as a kid to let me know how far along we actually were down Highway 19, how far we were into that in-between land. It's where... Continue Reading →
Values change with shifting hands Sweat, dirt, greed covering radiant bling Tails buy love, heads buy name brands There's two sides to everything Hands mold clay into rigid faces Statue expressions controlled by strings Craftily switching spades with aces There's two sides to everything People shrink behind pretend shields Stone-faced as metal against metal flings... Continue Reading →
The snow--it's so pure. So beautiful and simple and elegant, a testament to a gentle and gorgeous story whose words lie just beyond the reach of my lips. I'm left in awe of snow-capped rooftops and white blankets so thick on the ground that sidewalks and grass become equal playmates. It's so beautiful. So beautiful... Continue Reading →
You said you are fine-- but I can see past your eyes. You, friend, are not fine. If I could make you see . . . see what stirs your raging sea . . . then you would know that your storm is fierce. Gray skies cloud your downcast-set eyes and I can't find a... Continue Reading →
It truly is an unspeakable joy-- that uplifted feeling in my chest whenever my roommate's little black puppy heartily bounces over to me every morning upon seeing me. She wags her tail and jumps up and looks at me, expecting, wanting pets. Expecting, wanting love. It doesn't matter if she just saw me last night,... Continue Reading →
She sits there. At least in my mind she does. She sits there, oblivious to all the things she did and all the things she said and all the things she is and all the things she isn't. I can't take it. I saw her indifferent finger, cast against the sunset sky, gently swoop down... Continue Reading →
