I have yelled at God before. I didn’t get a response of course. It makes me laugh now thinking about how funny I probably looked yelling into the air as if God was going to appear sitting in a chair across from me, listen patiently, apologize for the situation I was in at that moment … Continue reading I Have Yelled at God Before
The divide in the room was loud even though a word was not spoken. How can two people who stood in front of each other and committed to love each other through good and bad get to the point where the odds seem so stacked against them? Growing up, we learn how to communicate and to ask … Continue reading The Divide in the Room
It is quiet in the house. It is also 5:00 a.m. The alarms will sound in the next hour and the house will become alive with noise. Noise that fills an entire day. People, dogs, dishes, breakfast, lunches, chores, chaos, short words, quick questions, quick goodbyes. And off we go to begin our day. Noise. In the … Continue reading Noise
". . . the never-ending projects that are always at home mean that I am needed, alive and loved."