The process of packing up one’s life in order to move it, to change it, to transform it into something completely different is a process of opening drawers, clearing out closets and neglected corners, reaching for lost treasures underneath the bed. There are so many things in this house, in this life that I’ve built, that are hidden, out of view, out of the light, collecting dust and existing only as something forgotten.
I have a lot to let go of..outside as well as inside I’m 78 and some nights I wake up and go over, once again, the litany of my foolishnesses, my mistakes, my wrongs. But those nights come less frequently. Thank god. I’m so happy to read your beautifully crafted messages. Thanks
I'm afraid that God's light will sear and injure the wound I've hidden from myself, but over time the fumbling acts of raw, honesty lets me see into the uncompromising and tender face of a savior that lived in a body. It's that willingness to live trapped in humanity that helps me bow to the divinity of my mama Jesus. Thank you for your words Matthew. I am glad to receive the rays of light you bring into this world. May you now see all the faces that your music blesses.
I have a lot to let go of..outside as well as inside I’m 78 and some nights I wake up and go over, once again, the litany of my foolishnesses, my mistakes, my wrongs. But those nights come less frequently. Thank god. I’m so happy to read your beautifully crafted messages. Thanks
I'm afraid that God's light will sear and injure the wound I've hidden from myself, but over time the fumbling acts of raw, honesty lets me see into the uncompromising and tender face of a savior that lived in a body. It's that willingness to live trapped in humanity that helps me bow to the divinity of my mama Jesus. Thank you for your words Matthew. I am glad to receive the rays of light you bring into this world. May you now see all the faces that your music blesses.