“Wait. Go back,” Blair says, “because you were not in love and then you were. Say how that went.” She wants the messy part detangled and she knows I know exactly what happened. She can wait.
There are days when I feel like what’s going on in my heart is hidden, even from me. On those days my heart tugs like a toddler on a skirt until I surrender – usually after I’ve tried everything else. Fitful and flabbergasted, I cry out to the Maker of my heart. Everything I don’t understand about her, God is privy to.
This month full of questions should have come with a warning label, don’t you think? ⚠️ Working with all of these catalytic friendship prompts is a lot like being handed a can of Coke and not knowing whether or not it’s been shaken. It’s a bit […]
Everyone cries at weddings, births, head trauma, and the Gilmore Girls reunion trailer. Universal cry-fests. ? It’s more odd NOT to cry at a hard goodbye or a high school graduation. But what of the tears that pop out unexpectedly when we are minding our own business? Emotions that seem to move on us in stealth mode?
What’s going on there? Often its something that is yet unacknowledged, that matters more than we thought. An emotional reaction demanding a seat at the table.