“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.…
What Love Looks Like
Oh, the days when I drew lines around my faith To keep you out, to keep me in, to keep it safe And oh, the sense of my own self entitlement To say who’s wrong or won’t belong or cannot…
the dreams we dream with broken hearts
Last night, I dreamed a hard one. I dreamed I was happy – sooooo happy – and then the happiness shattered, and I cried in my dream. Wept. Sobbed. Wailed. I couldn’t walk or be strong or keep going, things…
On Character, Motherhood, and God Being God – A Ramble
All my life I’ve been told that “character” is what you are when nobody’s watching, but I have come to the conclusion that character is what you are when everyone is watching. Or at least when your kids are watching.…
you have to leave the shore
His love is a deep, deep ocean, and I know this, but I sometimes pretend I don’t because I prefer the shore, because the view is better from here. but really, I’m not moving because I prefer the warm sand…