there were carnival lights behind your eyesand I remember the wonder inside as I begged to ride on the…
i’m learning to view death through the lenses of redemptive Grace,a God-moment where heaven leans in so closely, sobered by our mourning what was,all the while carrying solace and anticipation in the knowingthe moment pointing their gaze to the One who was, the One who is, and is to come — in everything dead eventually creating space for new…
Im carrying more then I should.
Im scared of who we’re becoming and the bombs dropping too close to home.
I don’t want us to be afraid of ourselves,
but we are keeping the gates locked from the people we need to save.
It is on afternoons like this one
That I feel like a jigsaw puzzle,
Tampered with by a toddler at the very moment,
When it appeared that my pieces were forming a cohesive picture.
I was in North Carolina, at a interdenominational weekend retreat run entirely by volunteers, when I heard it for the first time in ages.
It was barely audible above the shouting of children —
As a newly minted young adult who is moving into my own place and finding my way, I’ve been spending a lot of my time recently thinking about the concept of “home”. In retrospect, I’ve realized this isn’t a foreign concept for my thoughts to drift towards — in fact it seems to be a rather common…