Inadequacy. It is that feeling which is born from the very thing of inferiority itself, it is that which leads to a life of ashes. It is everything that whispers "not enough", "failure", and "wrong". It is that feeling that hauntingly arises when brought before the new and the extraordinary. Inadequacy, it is the thing…
It is almost midnight and here I sit with a mason jar of iced green tea and a banana chocolate Milano. My bed has been commandeered by two children while my husband sleeps deeply and comfortably. I was lying there, as best as I could, considering, contemplating and thinking. The whole late-night reflection things, seems to be…
"Is that then the hope in grief? Is the feeling of empty and the bone-deep aches drawing us into His place of mercy? Is it then that we find all that we lost to grief, is recovered that much more in His redemption. Do we dare hope to feel again, laugh again…do we dare…
Chronicles of a Keeper: 