I didn't have words all night last night, for the realization of 50 people killed and as many again shot by a terrorist in a gay club in Orlando. I still don't have words.
I've had it up to here with the news cycle. Part of it is just hilarious, all the ridiculous things famous people are doing, and then the funny things entertainers say about those ridiculous things. But mostly we're laughing through clenched teeth.
Wishing you all peace, and rest. And the courage to live fully alive, instead of normal.
I cry every time I read this piece, partly because of the content and partly because it was easily 3 am when I finally got it posted. I've just been run too thin lately. I'm getting ragged.
The scariest thing is not the way in which we are entirely helpless, but the way in which we are not.
I'm talking about Jesus and rest over at Heather Caliri's place today, part of an ongoing series on “The Easy Yoke.”
Here are two things about the writer Sarah Bessey. One, her writing is so beautiful that reading it (in a blog or in a book) can give you this kind of ice-cream running down your throat feeling. The other is that her writing also changes you.
I don't believe that God sends illness to his less favored children. I do believe that in moments of mortal danger we get to see each other's hearts.
If you're into the spiritual side of things, and you're not already completely addicted to This Everyday Holy, I hope my episode is your gateway. The link is here. Or search "This Everyday Holy" on your podcast app.
The rest of this vulnerable post about bulimia and soup is over at the Mudroom: Soup For the Skinny Girls (With a recipe for Vegetable Soup) Thanks for reading!