{We Are All Dying}

The crawl of fear, of losing, is close.  It licks me, as if I am a salty wound.  Everyone dies. Of course. But lately, I am aware of Life all around me healthy or otherwise. Tiny birds are singing a sonnet, high up in the tree. Cancer cells are growing inside a dear old friend. Dementia and…

On Writing, On Being

I’ve been thinking a lot about my traumas and God’s grace, about sin and  God’s grace, about my separation from God, actually pushing God away, and the act of drawing near to him again. About the things in our lives that keep us from total dependence. My life, to be clear, my dependence. I find…

god sees me :: a story of hope

God has shown me twice this week, by marking time in my past, to show me how I have changed.  When this happened I was blown away by how much God loves me, something I have long struggled to believe.  And that in and of itself is so sweet.  So good.  I just sat in…