“The world has enough women who live a masked insecurity. It needs more women who live a brave vulnerability.”- Voskamp Vulnerability is hard. It’s literally defined as the state of being open to attack. I feel it whenever I lay my life and heart open to other’s eyes- even in these little squares. You know [...]
Tag: Love
Only Connect
“Only connect.”- E.M. Forster. I heard Shauna Niequist speaking about that quote recently. She pointed out that it was helpful to her as she had a tendency to want to hide or be private. Especially when she is hurting or afraid. And I can relate to that. But she also spoke of the many other [...]
Good Friday
A day of death that we call good. Good because it is by the grace shown on this day that we have life. Good because He could have left us to wither in our inequities. But the love was too great for that. A sacrifice to end all sacrifices. No more lamb's blood. Because His [...]
Not even for a moment.
“I don’t want you to feel alone.”, he says. And a contradiction spins between my ears and barely skips past my tongue, “But I am...and I’m not. I’m alone and never alone. They are always with me. But I also feel alone in this.” Through the day they are right by my side or held [...]
A Whole New Land
Of all the soil that my feet have landed upon and of all the air I’ve breathed... Whether across the Atlantic or the Pacific, over or under, amongst mountain and wood, brick and neon, or sand and sea... I often feel the journey that has most ignited my mind and unleashed my heart has happened [...]
A Full Heart Breaking
“What if the water touches you, Mama? What if you get wet?” He stands cautiously to my right, where seaweed has been tossed and left behind. “Sometimes you have to get close to get the good stuff.” I stand up brushing sand off of my knees. Staring out at a mass of churning grey against [...]
One of us
A woman looked at you in your stroller and her eyes jumped up to mine. “Wow, you’re brave for taking such a little one along.” . I politely smiled. Nodding toward Ezra, I said “I once did the same with him when he was even younger.” . Her face said that maybe she thought you [...]
Goodness
“Some day these will be the good ol’ days.”, someone says. . These are the good ol’ days. Now. Right now. They are good now. . But I forget. . Tires spinning in mud. I’m spinning another bedtime story. Quietly, rubbing my eyes, I creep out of the room. . Now where was I? Folding. [...]
Clutching sand
I don’t want to hear only the fringes of what you say. I don’t want to see only the specks of light that my eyes favor. I want to hear and see and feel it all. Because it is fleeting. We are clutching sand. . He cups his hands and stares intently at the swiftly [...]
Stitched up
I tell a six year old who says things like, “I’m very interested in surgery.” that he’s going to stitch up some organs and then watch his eyes light up. . I explain that he will stitch the pieces together and fill them up. Plush organs we will use for another project. . And I [...]
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