Encounter You
Grief is sometimes the most fertile soil for self discovery. Maybe it is the unavoidable collision with one’s own mortality and present circumstance that nudges you to the edges of the mirror of yourself. Whatever it is, I know it was grief that had me greeting my adult self for the first time. It was a startling encounter.
Take This Cup
This double sided pill of suffering and obedience is hard to swallow. It gets stuck sideways in your throat as you force it down with a swig of humility chased with fear. It is unnatural to march toward the things that will hurt you. Sometimes that is exactly the direction the Shepherd will lead you;
this little life
This little life
Of failure, joy, quiet mornings and hot coffee
Tear soaked pillows, belly laughs and vanilla scented candles
