This summer, a few things occurred that stopped me dead in my tracks and forced me to face the reality that lives all around us. Her name is Sarah*. A phone call from our son asking if a friend could sleepover. By sheer instinct, I knew the omission of the pronoun led me to the … More Brokenness walked into my house…
You are broken, and I can’t fix you You are broken, and I will not hide it You are broken, and I must release you You are broken, and I will always love you You are broken and I accept it You are broken, and I will wait You are broken, and I have faith The … More Love…it sometimes hurts.
The call came in. My father had a heart attack and is intensive care. I sit still and wait. I sit still and process what is before me. Do I love or do I walk away Do I choose to remember how he protected me or do I remember how he treated my mom? Do … More Do I call?