Archives for the ‘authentic relationship’ Category

two kids got married

Five years ago this morning, I woke with sun and a happy squeal, “I’m getting married today!” I’m still falling in love with you, Pete. What crazy fun we’ve had. Let’s do this for another five years. Or ten. Or sixty. I’m all in, Babe. (photo credit: Bob Updegrove, Leesburg, VA. I Polaroid-processed it for [...]

mercy for my mess: a ramble

I need to work crazy today, with a teething baby (oh, he is mad this morning!), and much to do. But I have thoughts to scribble while I finish my breakfast. Do you think that as a Christian, I should be MORE real, rather than less real? If my sin is truly forgiven, if there [...]

a bit of fog

In the quiet, it is good to listen, and I do – I slow the spinning thoughts and wait, because answers aren’t everything, and it is all right to lay the struggle out and pause until the fog lifts and He makes things clear. The eyes of faith are the ears and the touch and [...]

softly to the shore…

as the sun sets, i feel my tension grow; already i prepare myself for the subconscious night-worry, and the tide comes in, rolling shallow on the shore – more gently than I expected, and I am raw. my prayer has words tonight, and no one to hear, or no one to listen. at least, this [...]

about that opening of the mouth and speaking of the words thing…

I am journaling again. I don’t know what it is about me that I can’t keep my words inside, that I can’t make sense out of life and just hold things in my heart. I have to come out somewhere, say what I’m thinking to someone, think out loud, dialogue my brain things. I’ve gotten [...]

you are real – you wear skin like me

I’ve never made friends easily. I am blunt and too unselfconscious of my own unselfconscious lack of tact. I have been called a “catalyst.” When I enter a relationship, things change. I also moved every couple of years for most of my life, and my dearest friends live miles and miles away, live their own [...]

the color of everything

White light bathes my world today, creeping hot, filtered white that is more gray than white, but too bright, too tired. I meant to write early, then did nothing here, played with color, changed diapers, cuddled and kissed a little, ate breakfast. I dressed slow. I recognize the color, or the absence of it, the [...]