What if you knew that what you were about to say was the last thing you’d say to someone; to anyone at all? What if all the distractions in this life were keeping you from noticing the thing, the person, the small something that was the reason in the first place? What if the attention …
Recently, I sat with friends in a coffee shop; the kind that take you deep or take you silly in one conversation. We’d made a pact to get there on a Saturday at 8:00 a.m. because we were just that hungry for connection. Ah, it’s a boon to my thirsty soul to find these real …
I spent all night last night sleeping restlessly, waking up and crying, falling back to sleep, rinse; wash; repeat. It’s strange, this rise of emotion. I’ve known, like you know your name, that my boy would go back to Africa. It’s just that I’d gotten comfortable telling him “You’re going to go back one day. …
Yesterday, at school, I felt that plexiglass feeling again….that thing that threatens to take me down at times for no reason. I remembered something that quickened in my spirit as truth that I’d just heard. All of life is a battle. All of it. Each small moment. Some in the same room as me, some …
Trusting that those of you I’ve wounded will see this. Trusting the raw that my friend and I talked about this morning blesses us, strengthens us to carry on. Keeps us from sinking.