Month: September 2015
Weekly Photo Challenge: Grid
Almost missed this week’s; but then yesterday at Descanso Gardens, I spotted this work of art.
My Boy is the Cute Bearded Lead Player
Hmm, I haven’t used my video much and discovered when you hit stills in the middle of recording it hesitates. Oh, well. 🙂
Rocker Son
I used to rock this baby, and now he is rockin’ others. 🙂
A Place to Belong
Maybe community as a group doesn’t exist. Is there
a place to belong, to breathe deep without fear of regulation and restraint—
to be who I am and am becoming in safety—
knowing and being known,
accepted?
Maybe community as a group doesn’t exist.
Maybe community comes in ones and twos, bits and snatches
of love and connection.
Maybe it comes in those broken times when my fear and doubt, that in some eyes would threaten the stability of all Christendom, is rather met
with understanding and the ah-ha’s that underscore I am not alone in my loss and alienation.
Maybe community is found in the stumbling along, the leaning on, the my picking you up and the your picking me up stuff of life,
not in the largeness, and the rightness of group but
in the ones and twos,
fellowship of the weak.
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“We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves.” (New Living, II Cor. 4:7)
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