a vision. god gives us a vision of dry ground becoming a pool of water. then we try to make it so. but it’s not so simple, it is not so straightforward. i have to become the vision before the vision is a real for me or for anyone else. how are you? how is the
i’m trying to figure it out. i’m trying to understand what i’m supposed to do. am i supposed to lead? am i supposed to write? am i supposed to interpret? most likely its all of the above. and mother. and wife. deep breath. there is a ferocious unsettled spirit in my chest. it rages and
O Lord my God. Teach my heart this day where and how to find you. You have made me and re-made me, and you have bestowed on me all the good things I possess, and still I do not know you. I have not yet done that for which I was made. St. Anselm I
i’m trying not to complain. trying to keep it close and finish the summer well. but self-care is real. introverts are real. and one person caring for three people everyday for three months is a draining occupation. i’m past entering in. i’m past getting myself to a yoga class. i’m past a girl’s night out.
it was a gas station. we’d driven hours with three kids close and now one of them had to use the bathroom. joshua was pumping gas and i thought i’d just send her in by herself. i wanted to be done. i didn’t want to get out of the car until we arrived. i pulled