Making space for my still raw stories to play and have a life –beyond me arranging for you what I think you should think of me – is a risk every single time, but, these days I’m taking it.
What are the dregs? What’s left after the happy part has been enjoyed. But the dregs contain the memory of it. Don’t dismiss the dregs.
We are always sharing what we love. But if I only ever share what is first sponged clean of sinful smudges, then what I will give to the world will only ever be bleached goodness, with no living fingerprints.
You know you’re in deep when you hear a voice crack so you midwife each other’s coming to grips. Holy truth, when offered, is an inexplicable gift. When I left her I knew we’d made something outside of ourselves that it would take two to carry. And that we would not drop it.
I don’t want to miss them anymore, the moments that comfort us with an otherworldly comfort that equips us to live changed for the sake of every other person in our lives. And for our own sakes.
DISCLAIMER: This post is not everything you ever wanted to know about Lent. It’s a little about Lent and a lot about what I wish I knew before I pulled the plug on social media. Bonus: the list is printable!