I'm back. I'm changed, refreshed, renewed. By the only One who can do that to this stubborn [L]ittle girl. I've been busy digging, hacking away at something so dangerous and deathly to our souls: the root of bitterness. It was overcoming me, holding me down as I writhed and screamed, and as much as I … Continue reading Unrooting.
Day: May 3, 2015
Sing, saints, sing.
In the last month or so, I've learned to just let go of things. Too long have I been a slave to my anxiety and depressed thoughts. I try to claim them as my own, when all along they didn't have to be called 'mine.' I can truly enjoy the moment and be thankful in … Continue reading Sing, saints, sing.
It’s a subtle and soft mixture of two cultures, two histories, but one land. Sometimes I feel like a foreigner here. Years ago in a different place I’d look at the houses tucked into the green whispering woods along the river and think that one day that I would be on the other side. But … Continue reading El Paso.