a day of death, of sin, of painhow could we call it good?the day the son of man was slainhow could we call it good? his flesh they whipped, his heart they torehow could we call it good?the wrath he suffered to settle our scorehow could we call it good? piercing nails and searing thorns,how …
Let yourself be Loved.
I started on my wedding registry last week. I’ve been putting it off because the idea of asking for things has always made me uncomfortable. I didn’t grow up making a wish list for my Mom at Christmastime. I never wrote letters to Santa. I still hate bothering people and asking for help even when …
{another day}
The clouds have lifted their droopy drapesas darkness flees and morning breaksI look to the skywith courage I riseI can make it another day
7 things I’ve learned From Re-discovering My Spotify account.
If you’re a Millennial or a Gen Zer, (or a Baby-boomer or Gen-X-I don’t discriminate!) chances are, you have a spotify account. As a teenager, I was an avid spotify user. And I mean AVID. I listened to music while studying, doing the dishes, hanging out in my room, falling alseep. The music was constant. …
{masquerade}
I remember her telling meshe refused to crybecause if she startedshe feared she’d never stopI remember wonderinghow you could live with that much painhow you could carry that much weightshrouded and sealed and buried deep withinwhere is the benefit in denialwhere is the hope in a masquerade I wondered thenBut I understand now