standing on corners, timelines, online screaming closed fists and white knuckles yelling imaginary love of jesus sleep fitful over the sins of neighbors, the dust in their retinas, my own planks a lumberyard standing ready for pole vaulting I could tell of a time a younger I too scared of corners, not of… Continue reading abundantly
I call her Queen. Daughter of Majesty, stitched together by Divinity, Eyes the size of the moon. Diamonds like freckles speckle her face Cloaked in sapphire silks, she stands six inches from the sky. Dancing at banquets and pouring champagne, Dressed to the nines in Heaven’s finest. The celebration of Angels with each step that… Continue reading The Movement
Yesterday, I sat in the basement of my house with a best friend. We watched a movie. Sadie slept and cuddled and listened. Jackie and I cried. The movie, About Time, centers on time travel. It may be my favorite movie after yesterday because as I watched I was transported outside of my life (I… Continue reading Time, The Only Currency That Matters
Vulnerability. It turns out I’m not so great at it. I have convinced myself that oversharing is considered vulnerability. It isn’t. Word vomiting at anyone and anything that moves isn’t vulnerable. Picking up the phone and calling name after name until someone picks up is NOT vulnerable. It has the semblance of vulnerability. Just like… Continue reading Vulnerability: Actually, For Real Guys
When I pick you up, you don’t smell like me. You don’t smell like my baby and my hair and my lotion and my love. You smell different. You smell like hospital. Like gowns and cold and gray and isolation. You smell unfamiliar. Distant. Independent. I don’t know this smell on you. You smell like… Continue reading Ocean Baby
Wake up and thank God that you’ve been given another day. Then, commit to making today meaningful.
It is for freedom Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. I think we humans are exchangers. We get rid of one thing, only to need to find another. We can’t have empty hands or hearts or heads, we need… Continue reading it is for freedom.
