Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God.
He, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood.
I was born in darkness but I leave in light
Hope drives away despair, just like light erases darkness
I can’t bear to lose you again
I wish I could rewrite your story. You put the gun in your mouth but instead it misfired. You called me back and said you were sorry. You lived to be old. You were beautiful and good.
If I could write that it feels like I could keep you alive, but I'm not good enough a writer.
I miss you so much already
May all of your suffering be a prelude to joy…
So much of life feels like throwing a party where everyone RSVPs but no one shows up
Just finished a short story.
Tomorrow it will be time to reread it with fresh eyes and decide if it's worth editing to the point that others can read
We look into each other’s eyes and believe we understand that which is looking back at us, but we do not...
We are gazing into a mystery that may only known through reverence and love.
I think people enjoyed it because it was silly and campy like the old Superman movies. It may have been mid, but compared to the race to the bottom of all superhero movies to be the darkest and grittiest it felt like a relief
The world is flooding with rage bait. They want us all convinced that we are surrounded by enemies who must be destroyed before they destroy us.
Instead choose peace…
“Love your enemies. Pray for those who persecute you.”
I care about too many people, so life is a constant heartache.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I still think of you
“The Unbearable Lightness of Being” by Kundera, or “The Buried Giant” by Ishiguro
What ever happened to free spirits?
Backyard urban farming
All the agonies were just so we could finally recognize the glory
We all love severely flawed people.
This is the nature of love.
We are always dying and being born again
