Peace, especially at this time of year, is usually depicted as being silent, or quiet. It is “Silent Night” come to life; it’s the sound of snow falling, and maybe it’s just a tad staid. But that’s not the peace that Dr. King fought for, and it certainly isn’t the peace the King of Kings taught us to live out. Real peace -like real hope, real love, and real joy- demands action.
I’m full of sorrow because I know I’m losing my mom. Yet, I will continue to choose joy; not fake toxic positivity that denies the reality of the situation or the depth of my heartbreak. No, I’m choosing joy through hope, joy in “faith through Jesus’ love”.
Love
So many people use your name in vain
Love
Those who have faith in you sometimes go astray
Love
Through all the ups and downs, the joys, and hurts
Love
For better or worse I still will choose you first
It’s beginning to look like… *record scratch*… Advent.
“K, upon hearing that she had visited with us all in those final weeks, supposed her spirit was leading her to say goodbye, to give some closure. I held in my heart that suggestion, even as I knew I’d only get closure at my own death. My very act of living is a testimony of her death.”
A look at Kanye through kayfabe, the rocky road of repentance, the wild life of the real Rufus Buck, the capital poetry in Nova Scotia, and music from Natalie Merchant.
What’s scarier than old tyme Halloween costumes? Whatever the heck is going on in Facebook’s Metaverse.
The Simpsons x Balenciaga, is Technology becoming a religion, the ugliest paintings of Baby Jesus, and how The New York Times trashed some of our most classic works of literature.
(And Adele is back!)
Move over Simpsons, looks like another beloved cartoon series was able to predict the future.
“It is finished.”
To borrow some words from Drake, “I’m more than just a number.” But if I WERE a number, it would be 7. Since it’s God’s number, the 7th day is one to rest, and… well, I think it rocks. But if life were a scale of 1-10, then me being a 7 fits too, because I’m not perfect. I’m in my 30s, a Christ-follower, slightly off kilter (but aren’t all “ar-teeests”?), and happily married to K, my solidly strong rock. And Techie-extraordinaire. We are the proud parents of a smart and funny girl, Z. Hope you enjoy my rantings, don’t take my sarcasm too seriously and know that comments are welcome. Very welcome… ahem, HINT, HINT, HINT! But enough about me, time for this 7 to give it a rest. xoxox
Subscribe to my newsletter to make sure you get the good stuff.
