I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot.
My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. I
n the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy.
If nothing else, I've learned to make a mean cup of coffee.
It is a hard thing, to forgive -
Forgiveness lies in the narrow place,
in the space between breath,
in the quiet and still,
overflowing from
a tarnished silver cup.
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In the narrow place...
https://m.poemhunter.com/poem/try-to-remember-some-details/
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