The real romantics imagine greying and sagging and wrinkling as the deepening of something sacred.
Scales always lie. They don't make a scale that ever told the truth about value, about worth, about significance.
Measuring sticks try to rank some people as big and some people as small - but we aren't sizes. We are souls. There are no better people or worse people - there are only God-made souls.
Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But it's even more than that - Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody - or your soul.
Sometimes God answers our questions with questions.
I think the fall in Eden was ultimately a failure to give thanks.
I'm not a fast writer at all. I come empty and wait upon the Lord. So it really is all a waiting process, a patient process.
If I don't have words, it's a sign I'm not reading enough.
