Yesterday after supper, the 6-year-old squeezed himself into the space between me and the back of the couch while I tried to catch up on reading. He does this often, using me alternately as pillow, footrest, jungle gym or whatever else suits his mood and restless muscles. It’s like having a cat except mine’s heavier, …
Twenty-one days. No closer to an answer. Hanging up the broken pieces of my soul. Lord, do with me as You will.
Day 20+ and still haven’t figured it all out. Maybe there’s no figuring it out. Maybe some broken things just remain broken and there’s nothing that can be done about it. Maybe God can still take those broken pieces and make something beautiful.
Freedom of Detachment I’m not going to quote. There’s too much to unpack here.
Pondering all this, today. Love and suffering: paradox of love by Alice von Hildebrand Until it starts loving the human heart hibernates. This affective response (sanctioned by the will) is a response to the beauty of another person that has shaken our heart from its slumber. It is such a powerful “wake up call” that …
What’s the best way to topple a crisis off its #1 spot? Have another crisis. So… in the interest of not depressing/scaring any more people, or myself, here’s something that never fails to lift me up, even just a bit. Would that all kids had such a sweet nature.
Wow. Someone actually got me figured out.
Yesterday’s Office of Readings sounded like it was meant specifically for these times we’re living in (but that’s to be expected, as God’s word is TIMELESS) I repeat the directions I gave you when I was on my way to Macedonia: stay on in Ephesus in order to warn certain people there against teaching false …
I’ll be honest. Some days, this is my song: But some days, it’s this: One thing that has helped: visiting some old threads on hormonal imbalance at the 4Real Forums. Sigh.
Had to do something creative with all that pain.