I have feelings about this word. I was thinking about it today while driving through beautiful and scenic western Maryland. Almost everything I lay eyes on becomes beloved to me in some way. But who calls me beloved?
Tag: grief
Fulfilled
For the past couple years I've been on a quest to find out what on this earth makes me feel fulfilled. What can I do, where can I go, that makes me feel the best kind of emotionally exhausted at the end of the day. I haven't quite found the pot of gold yet but … Continue reading Fulfilled
Ash Wednesday : Spirit
Passages from the Common Lectionary : Psalm 103, Joel 2:1-2, 12-17, Isaiah 58:1-12, 2 Cor. 5:20b-6:10, Matthew 6:1-6, 16-21 My yearly journey of reflection through Lent continues for the third year in a row. I think last year I fell off the wagon.. I honestly wouldn't be surprised. Faith has proved to be a hard … Continue reading Ash Wednesday : Spirit
Grit and Grime
Running, specifically long distance running, has a way of stripping a person down to the inner grit and grime of who she is. The effects of using all the body's energy and breaking down muscle only to be rebuilt stronger don't discriminate between man, woman, young, old, affluent, poor, elite, not elite (read: me). Today's … Continue reading Grit and Grime
Rejecting platitudes and accepting the pain of grief
I couldn't hear one more platitude as I shared my story. I couldn't stomach one more look of pity, or even worse, blank space behind the eyes. It was just too painful. I became exhausted listening to all the things people said to me. And I say me specifically because for some reason the man's … Continue reading Rejecting platitudes and accepting the pain of grief
Lenten Journey: Day 1, Heal
Last year for Lent I wrote a little bit everyday about a given topic and related it to my walk with Christ. Instead of spending time on social media, I spent time writing, praying, and reflecting. I will take time this year as well to write about a topic a day. I found the practice … Continue reading Lenten Journey: Day 1, Heal
Running through infertility.
It's August 8, 2015. I'm relaxing post-run, breakfast, coffee, and shower in my (hot) house in El Paso, Texas. I don't know if I'll share this post today, tomorrow, or five years from now, but a voice in my soul is yearning to be heard, even if it becomes a draft somewhere in cyberspace. I … Continue reading Running through infertility.
MPM 2.0: mercy unmasked 