The communal reality that God hopes for creation is shown even in the way God has decided to explain itself to us. Father, Son, Holy Spirit. I would submit that in our present day you could also express that; Mother, Daughter, Holy Spirit. Father’s Day being Sunday and all, I’ll use the former wording today.
The other night we went to Gigi’s Playhouse. It was teen night – young people with Down syndrome, 17 years old and up. They were getting together to hang out. We’ve done this before, met with groups, hoping for connections, hoping for more than a simulation of a night out with friends, hoping for friendship.
a friend lets me know that he doesn’t want me to take this the wrong way, but he has a question. “do you live at the beach?” and i smile. i wish. another good friend told me recently that she loves me, but that i really need to back off in my parenting style. i laughed
the skin on my fingers starts to burn. being outdoors these past few days is a little like the lies i tell myself. they seem like good ideas. they can’t possibly be that dangerous. my boots step onto the snow but it doesn’t feel like snow normally does. i know what it feels like to
maybe you’re like me. maybe light has always hit friendship at a strange angle. i’ve always looked for the true friend, the real friend, the friend i could trust no matter what. and i’ve never found her. i’m watching my daughter play in the yard with her newest friend. hours of play fly by like
mazzy has been busy with her high school musical. she’s been spending nights at rehearsal, putting together costume ideas and driving to the performing center right from school with friends who have cars. driving in a friend’s car. walking together out of the school to the parking lot and dropping her purple backpack onto the
“do not let your hearts be troubled. believe in god, believe also in me.” a few weeks back i took a risk. i have a precious friend. maybe you have one. i say precious because you feel the luck when you’re with them. they are a kind of marvel across the table from you and
the other day a trusted friend hurt my feelings. i have a long and complicated relationship with friendship. it seemed best to begin to plot my revenge immediately. i figured out the ways to protect myself and to hurt back. i felt better. i also felt small. like when i was child and i wanted
have you ever felt too dependent on someone? that sort of if i’m not near this person, i’m not quite sure the world will continue on as it should? yeah, me neither. when that person breaks your heart, you could have a real chance. a chance to find out what your definition of love is
i’m five days into a kitchen remodel and the flowers are dying outside. the air is cold and i don’t have a stove, but still the light is coming through the windows. a friend drove all the way from england yesterday and i feel like i’m learning how to talk again. i’m learning how to express