this weekend found thirty women in a lodge on a lake. we built fires and god spoke about being fire and how with parts of creation, the only way to new life is through fire. we sang and we prayed. we sang and we prayed. i forget that this isn’t normal and it’s not what
spend some time in the leaves and less time online. pick up a rake. pick up a phone. pick up a pen. pick up a book. gather up the things that matter into a big pile and jump in.
people blow up their lives. they put a stick of dynamite in their mouths and they light the fuse. i’ve done that. the past few years of my life, those around me wouldn’t let me. and god wouldn’t let me. there would come a gust of wind and right before i set to light it,
we went to a wedding this weekend. the kids cleaned up real spiffy like. our friends married. this man. (purple tie.) and this woman. (tallest one.) and it was really, really wonderful. joshua was there. (bearded one.) and i was there. and once in a while, a wedding can stay longer with you. the joy