About a year ago, I gave up using the word “busy” to describe myself. Continue reading
no more busy-ness
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Category Archives: spirit
precious breath
spending the last few days keeping vigil at grandpa’s hospice bedside, I’ve counted each of his breaths. As the pauses between his exhale and inhale lengthen, I hold my own breath, listening for his lungs to heave once more, knowing that at some point soon, they won’t. He will exhale, his body will go slack, and he won’t breathe anymore till his Maker remakes him, on the last day. Continue reading
“all I could do was cry”
Sometimes, watching Grey’s Anatomy is like going to church.
“it is what it is”
The last weeks, I’ve been struggling with reality–pushing against walls that aren’t gonna budge, scraping my hands and bruising my head. Continue reading
Quotation of the Day; A Prayer by St. Augustine
God of our life, there are days when the burdens we carry chafe our shoulders and weigh us down; when the road seems jury and endless, the skies grey and threatening; when our lives have no music in them, and our hearts are lonely, and our souls have lost their courage.
Flood the path with light, run our eyes to where the skies are full of promise; tune our hearts to brave music; give us the sense of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age; and so quicken our spirits that we may be able to encourage the soles of all who journey with us on the road of life, to your honor and glory.
A prayer by St. Augustine
hope of things not seen 