There ain’t no surrogate saviour for my soul, nah there ain’t no patron saint for rock and roll, I sing as I wash up the dinner dishes. I listen to Jon Foreman’s lyrics talk about becoming discouraged with the hypocrisy that he sees, but then he always come to the same conclusion (which incidentally is the chorus); there ain’t no surrogate saviour for my soul. I think … Continue reading I Like Jesus but I Don’t Like Church
When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.* I hate this feeling. A car has blindsided me. Sidled up and crashed into me, shaking me awake. Okay, in reality, I’m steering safely through an intersection, blinkers blinking, windshield wipers wiping. But it feels like I’ve been blindsided. Not bumped by a tailgater. Not rammed into the car in front of me. … Continue reading When You Show Me Who You Really Are
I am not the kind of person who offers up politics as a conversation starter. Firstly, I rarely feel informed enough to argue a point in politics. Secondly, I tend to see that both sides have valid points but this tends to annoy people. Thirdly, I am a peace-keeper and politics have a way of disturbing the peace. Politics-talk seems to be more concerned with … Continue reading Should We Talk Politics?
She’s got a coffee in hand so obviously she wants to stay longer but her car keys are also in her hand so maybe I should wrap up this conversation and set her free except if she wants to keep talking and stay in this conversation, then I’m up for that too except now she’s glanced over my shoulder and yep, she wants out. I’m … Continue reading Changing What I Don’t Like About Myself
I’m sitting in the emergency room while my friend gets shuttled off to get a CAT scan. It’s 11:00 pm on a weekday but I’m not complaining. There’s a warm fuzzy feeling in my heart and it’s not just because I know my friend’s health is in God’s hands. Three months ago, I invited myself to sit at this girl’s lunch table—plopping my Tupperwared food … Continue reading This Is What I Need Most
Photo by the lovely Divya who I miss every much #savvylovesdivvy I was sitting on a train this last Tuesday morning. I was on my way to see an old friend of mine who is moving to New Zealand. I watched the fields of green grass and lambs go by and I thought about all of the people in my life, my friends, how much I love them, … Continue reading Why Friendship Changes as an Adult