The first entry into my journal this morning was “space for imperfection”, contemplating how I might more deeply (and consistently) embrace the “beauty of imperfection”. And then God gave me your words: The past imperfect—ongoing, unfinished, interrupted; and, “The present is always imperfect.”
In the intersecting of our meditations, He grants me nuggets of peace I still don’t fully grasp, but now they’re there. Thank you for your receptivity and light, for your words channel grace.
At a loss for words. So much truth here, beautifully written. Thank you for sharing your journey.
Im currently reading the play Our Town by Thornton Wilder. In act one the stage manager tells the audience that a minor character, A newspaper boy who shows up to deliver the papers, will in the future graduate at the top of his class, go on to get into an esteemed college, headed towards the path of becoming a great engineer. But he was killed in the Great War. “All that education for nothing.” He says.
We say, no, not for nothing. It’s a mystery what for and why, but not for nothing.
I cannot stop thinking about this essay. I needed to read about holiness within interruptions more than I knew. Thank you for giving me this idea to pray with and grow in.
😭😭 can’t even put into words how meaningful your writing always is to me!! Also a breast cancer survivor I just breathe in…all your words ..soaking up as much wisdom as I can while tears spilling!!! I also am the mother of five children, now grown. Thank you, your beautiful writing is such a gift ❤️ hugs to you.
The first entry into my journal this morning was “space for imperfection”, contemplating how I might more deeply (and consistently) embrace the “beauty of imperfection”. And then God gave me your words: The past imperfect—ongoing, unfinished, interrupted; and, “The present is always imperfect.”
In the intersecting of our meditations, He grants me nuggets of peace I still don’t fully grasp, but now they’re there. Thank you for your receptivity and light, for your words channel grace.
At a loss for words. So much truth here, beautifully written. Thank you for sharing your journey.
Im currently reading the play Our Town by Thornton Wilder. In act one the stage manager tells the audience that a minor character, A newspaper boy who shows up to deliver the papers, will in the future graduate at the top of his class, go on to get into an esteemed college, headed towards the path of becoming a great engineer. But he was killed in the Great War. “All that education for nothing.” He says.
We say, no, not for nothing. It’s a mystery what for and why, but not for nothing.
"Everything holy happens interrupted." Thank you for the reminder to pay attention to the holy in what catches us off guard.
I cannot stop thinking about this essay. I needed to read about holiness within interruptions more than I knew. Thank you for giving me this idea to pray with and grow in.
😭😭 can’t even put into words how meaningful your writing always is to me!! Also a breast cancer survivor I just breathe in…all your words ..soaking up as much wisdom as I can while tears spilling!!! I also am the mother of five children, now grown. Thank you, your beautiful writing is such a gift ❤️ hugs to you.
Never not grateful for your words ongoing, however unfinished and interrupted they may be. What a gift to live in a world with you and your writing!