saturday night ended the faith and writing festival. i sat in vespers so full. i worshiped with poets and i was a burning star in my wooden chair. i am thankful.
calvin college feeds the hungry every other year. this year they fed the near starving. i cried most days for the truth and the communion and the call.
i met with and heard out. i talked to and listened long. i ate really good indian food and i thanked god for the body of christ explained to this member that forgets.
i forget that i am a writer. god doesn’t though. so i’m picking up the pen and putting down the words. i’m being generous with my own story.