Yesterday, I went to put pen to paper and no ink came out. I took the pen apart and tried to get the ink to flow. All the pieces fell to the floor. In the ink shaft, I found a space of air between the ink and the tip. And I couldn’t figure out how... Continue Reading →
A Big Enough Heart
And yet, deep inside, I know this is not true. There is no magic formula that can cure these things. Being human is complicated and messy. There is sorrow and joy, love and loss, beauty and ugliness. And I long for my heart to grow large enough to contain it all.
Some wear their hearts on their sleeves. Hearts on sleeves have their advantages. They are easy to access, making things that requires hearts easier to accomplish. Tears, smiles, and laughs come easily. Others can care for them easily too because they see the pain and pleasure. She they can choose their words and actions to... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 