There is no shame in feeling fragile. There is no shame in admitting your mistakes. My kid tends to hide immediately after he does anything wrong, even perceived wrongs. It can be a while before I even realize he's hiding, hiding somewhere dark, out of shame. This kid breaks through to my heart with his … Continue reading What I’m Learning About God While My Son Hides Behind the Couch
While talking on the phone late last night I drove home to my apartment in the poor part of town. (I affectionately call it the ghetto but I'd appreciate it if you did not.) At the last turn towards my parking spot I had to slam on the brakes because a group of people were … Continue reading Ghetto Bravery and Noble Kindness: This post is more about a hug than racism.
In the middle of the mess, there is majesty In the middle of my chest, is the King of Kings While the world was waiting on A change to come along Light broke in Coming like a song I'm lying on the bed in the dark this afternoon next to my children who are playing … Continue reading Neon Steeple
I think I was made to enjoy epic poetry. It never ceases to amaze me just how much pleasure I receive from these books. It's not just the meter, the flow of words as steady as the ocean. It's not just the plot of them either, each tumescent in its own glorious array. It's not … Continue reading Enjoying The Epic Of Today
I wish I could explain my marriage to someone without them getting confused. I haven't yet been able to do it. Truth be told, I don't have much practice. Its only been in the last year or so that I began to share anything at all about this, the most private area of my life. … Continue reading If there’s even one..