A “Wrong” Sum…

“A (wrong) sum can be put right: but only by going back til you find the error and working it afresh from that point, never by simply going on. Evil can be undone, but it cannot ‘develop’ into good. Time does not heal it. The spell must be unwound, bit by bit, ‘with backward mutters of dissevering power.” – CS Lewis

Do The Next Thing

On days when I am drenched in the trench… when the rain of ruin runs freely through the guts and gutters of life, I ascribe to the gospel of “Do The Next Thing.”

Wash the sheets, feed the children, walk the dog, mop the floor.

There is much mercy in the mundane.

In Praise of Him…

Love never stops wanting what is or what would have been best for the beloved… I love him deep. 

Love

Love is the only gift best given – when least deserved.

A Room of One’s Own

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.” – Virginia Woolf

His Hands

He appears more peaceful dead than alive, funny, so am I.

A small smile had been set across his face; how benevolent in death, how malevolent in life. 

His hands look like clubs… there were. 

I reach, I must. 

I touch his cold, hard, huge hands that hammered warm, tender, small places.

Both of us dead. One of us breathing. 

Rule #1: DO NOT Keep It in The Family #Churchtoo

… it is considered treasonous to talk to talk to ANYONE outside of the family about “family issues.” This warped loyalty encourages a culture of suffering silence in dysfunctional families of spiritual and natural seed.

I Want to Tell You…

I want to tell you the truth –  in detail. 

I want to explain and I have some ‘splaining to do. 

I want to tell you that through the all the lies, the truth will prevail. 

I want to tell you the things that are true.