discovering rhythms

I’ve been waiting for resolution in a few different areas of my life for a while. It doesn’t really matter which ones, because in each area I have the same tendency: anxiety. I’m not talking about a clinical diagnosis, just to be clear. I mean regular, run-of-the-mill worry.

Someone told me recently that they felt like they had lost their faith in humanity.

You feel it, too, I know. It’s a dull ache that lodges in your chest. A constant thrumming deep inside that says nothing is really getting better, and maybe it never will.

It’s been two months since my Grammy went to be with Jesus. It’s still strange that she’s gone, but as I stood in church singing yesterday, I thought how delighted I know she is to be singing to Jesus while looking at His face. She has received the desire of her heart.

About six months ago, someone at work gave me a plant. Completely against my will. But there are those people in your life who will give you plants whether you will it or not, so I now have a plant. 

I spent some time in an airport terminal last week while I waited for my sister’s plane to land. 

She was coming back from a long trip and I was excited to greet her.

To Grandpa, and to all the men and women who have sacrificed to keep our country free.

He saw himself as every man. Not a hero—just one of thousands of men who did their duty.