I’ve been struggling lately with this concept of Imago Dei. For those of you unfamiliar with the term it’s Latin for “In God’s Image” and is a concept all Christians are taught at usually a pretty young age, mainly because … Continue reading
What are my emotions worth if all they are,
is the result of my imperfect perception
possibly misinterpreting what I have heard?
We are clearly emotional beings,
because everyone has feelings.
Yet, I find myself grappling with this question,
because I find that so much in my life depends
on my emotions.
How can it be though?
When nearly all my emotions are through a lens of
imperfection, misinterpretation, and misinformation,
how is it that emotions
end up being the deciding factor for most things?
What good are they when they are more likely to be
misdirected, misunderstood, and misguided?
I don’t have A thousand things to say Because at the end of the day Nothing I say ends up being heard So I filter Keep the things that seem simple…too simple Inside this mind Like a tiny prison of … Continue reading
The look on his face told me that something was seriously not right, which is how even a minor crisis seems to be for him. “What’s up baby.” “My car won’t start.” I threw on my clothes and boots and … Continue reading
I don’t know that anyone wants to be obsessed with food. Not really anyway. I think about my dad who at 52 had to suddenly think about what he put in his mouth because of his Celiac diagnosis. I recall … Continue reading
It came up at Thanksgiving while the family was together in Chicago. My mother told me I should stop speaking so poorly of myself, because it worsens my perspective on life and she thinks I’m such a good and sweet … Continue reading
As the anger in his body wells , it emanates from him and makes it hard for me to keep seated. I have a hard time being present when these days happen. I never know what version of him I’m … Continue reading
Lately, it feels like God fell silent on me. It’s an uncomfortable experience. I feel unsure and fearful. I feel like chaos is about to overcome me, like I’m waiting for a doom that’s taking agonizingly long to get here. … Continue reading
My life is just This big potluck Where everyone has Something to bring to the table And half the time I forget to bring anything at all
“Whatcha thinking about?” “Nothing.” I watched as my husband stared at nothing in particular and wondered, but I didn’t pry further. Surely he wasn’t thinking of nothing. Or rather, surley he wasn’t capable of not thinking of anything. No one … Continue reading