– a phrase from Zechariah 4.10 I think I stumbled across this phrase out of a prophet’s book in college, a paraphrase I heard like a whisper over everything I felt was small or insignificant. “Do not despise the day of small things,” became a rallying cry for me to celebrate always, and not shame […]
today [one year later].
Today hasn’t been as bad as I expected. Thought I write that pretty tentatively; there’s a whole lot of day left. But I was expecting to wake up pretty emotional. Instead, I woke up with gratitude in my heart. Gratitude for a peaceful night’s rest. Gratitude for waking up later than usual. Gratitude that today […]
one year later.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow marks one year since the travel day to end all travel days: the day I began my journey back to this place, wide-eye & expectant, swallowing fast the tears that came in greater waves than I imagined they would, on that first flight to Newark and then again as I watched Inside Out […]
abundantly alive.
I woke up early & she woke up with me, pulling herself up in the darkened room to softly sing “Happy Birthday” over me. We both, smiling, went back to sleep for awhile. I got up again, got sick, got dressed, got knee deep in words I’m trying to memorize. Then, as I curled back […]
abundance
I found myself in tears a few nights ago; fresh off a FaceTime date, I open my emails to two reminders of things I’m longing for, things I’m desperate for—to go and to write. My heart wavers in belief towards them both. Yes, I’m in the middle of going—the exact middle of my term, in fact. […]
when you’re not [a little] brave
A few weeks ago, I posted a story. A story of walls falling and hearts opening and truth being shared and let into some really dark places. I found myself a little brave, and wanted others to take the risk too. So, I wrote. But I need you to know that, more often than I want, […]