Category: The Library
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Everything’s a Love Song
Count the pieces underneath usBeen here long enoughAre we strong enoughBruised and swollen, lost in motionWhen it falls apartNever far apart Isn’t everything a love songIsn’t everything a love songEven when it’s all wrong (~Drew Holcomb, Isn’t Everything A Love Song) It was one of those long nights of discussion, the emptying of struggle and…
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The God of Hills and Valleys
Last night, my Bear and three of his friends came over and hung out in our den for hours. Y’all, the vibrancy college students bring is a joy. We laughed, we caught up, we joked around, we got to know his friends better. Then, in front of them all, Micah looked at me and said,…
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Tired
Tired. I am tired. I am tired of picking up my phone and crying. I am tired of checking my emails or texts and reading of heartbreak. I’m tired of the weariness of this world. I am tired of the processing and grieving and the pain of loss and heartache. I know many of you…
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Jumpstarting My Heart
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing…
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Of Pulled Rugs and Tapestries
It has happened again. The rug, Pulled out from under our feet and we are struggling to regain our footing. Reeling. Sad. Clinging. I battled fevers, rash (covered every part of me except my soles and palms), and pain last weekend and until the middle of last week. I was on all kinds of medications…
A Spring of Joy 