If you’ve ever felt like you are going in circles, in cycles, in seasons, it’s because you are. We live a life of rhythms. Day easing its burdens into the cool dark of night, sun slipping lazily in the sky. And darkness giving way to dawn break and the rising hope of new mornings. Our growth isn’t linear, it’s circular. It bends back on itself and overlaps in loops and swirls and curves. We aren’t marching forward on a timeline so much as we’re adding rings to our core like aged oak, firming …
Suffering
I Am My Mother’s Daughter: A SheLoves Post
I help to situate her after she’s wheeled back from X-ray. Her face hushed in pain, teeth gritted, face hollowed out and wincing. She lets out a slow and shaky exhale and I blink back my tears, but one escapes and rolls from my chin, plopping obscenely on her hospital gown and staining her with my grief. I came from her body. And maybe this is why her pain resonates in me. When she lies shattered in the hospital bed, it’s why I keep checking behind the curtain to see if someone will come ease …
When Honesty is Our Invitation: A GraceTable Post
I answer the door in sweatpants and a raggedy old t-shirt. I have three-day unshowered hair scooped up and pulled into a haphazard bun, greasy strands escaping the restraints of my elastic rubber band. I don’t have to swipe lipgloss on or part my lips in a smile. I don’t have to make small talk, I just unhinge the lock and swing the door open without hiding behind it. I let them in without first swiping mascara on my lashes or vanishing in a cloud of dry shampoo trying to hide the damage of the …
