The In Between of Easter
We can breathe easy on Friday because we know Sunday is coming and all will be well. But on that long-ago Saturday? When the world was dark and tears never stopped flowing, mixing with the blood poured? As they longed to go to the tomb but weren’t able, as they...
Branches and Flags
On Sunday people waved palm branches. High up in the air, swaying back and forth. Crowded streets on a Sunday, a crowded life on All The Days, and some days I wave the branches and cry “Hosannah!” … and others I’m too busy, too worn down and worn out to even...
Going.
I couldn’t tell you what I had for breakfast yesterday (come to think of it, I don’t think I had breakfast, but that’s beside the point), but I can tell you where I want to be a week, three months, or five years from now. I’m a planner. I...
Gather {Five Minute Friday}
I feel small. It is the most uncomfortable comfortable. It is unusual and weird and settled inside it feels so right. My eyes aren’t on myself, they’re fixed upward. Whether blue sky or white expanse or the moon shining so bright, I’m stuck on...
The Circle
Hours before meeting a former-witch doctor and hearing , I found myself crying in the middle of I-don’t-know-where. In that moment, I saw heaven in a way I had only ever imagined. The beauty of it was more than I could put into words and as I stumbled through a...
MY BOOK // Even If Not: Living, Loving, and Learning in the in Between
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