This is the beginning of a new day. As I shared in my recent post, I am going to just show up on my blog and write. Nothing fancy. No “ten steps to This” or “five easy ways to That.” I’ve got you pictured in my head, and I’m writing to You. Nobody else. Just You. Get your coffee (I’ve got mine) and let’s go.
I think the reason I can’t seem to publish anything lately is because the truth of my life is brutal right now. And I want to be able to understand it myself first. Organize it in meaningful categories – each one with a cool, totally-makes-sense solution.
The fact is, my life right now makes no sense.
Today I read Self Harmers in the Church by Sharon Dickens, and I remembered my close brush with becoming a cutter just 18 months ago. I’m not super excited to share this with you. It’s something I’d like to pretend I never thought about. But my experience gave me some personal insights into this subject, […]
This past weekend I did something I’ve never done before. I took a 24 hour break from home. My oldest daughter volunteered to watch the kids for me, and I drove about an hour and a half south of the Twin Cities to an old monastery-turned-retreat-center just a few miles from Lake Pepin. The drive […]
What’s the purpose of that 22-year-old’s life cut from all his potential just as he was being launched from his parent’s nest? What’s the purpose of a young mother who doesn’t live to see her offspring grow up? What’s the purpose of the millions of tiny babies nobody knew? What’s the purpose of all the old people who will die in obscurity, never having made history?
I cannot heal so-and-so.
I cannot rescue fill-in-the-blank.
I cannot change such-and-such.
I cannot protect you-know-who.
I cannot fix you-know-what.
But I can spend time with Jesus.
And I can go for a bike ride.
And I can eat something that’s healthy.
And I can take my dog for a walk.
And I can do a load of laundry.
And I can do what is right in front of me today.
And I can write.
And I can pray.
And I can love the people that God has put in my life.