Soul

Sunday Offering: Celebrating Micah

Sweet baby Micah turns 22 today. I was 19 years old when I had him. A young white girl pregnant with a half black son. I had no idea what I was doing. In any area of the pregnancy and child rearing but especially where race was concerned. The past few years, especially the past few months, have really shown me just how much I did not know.

Communion

This time last week I was sitting in the pasture watching the sun set, the moon rise and taking communion for the first time in years. And I mean, years.

Sunday Offering: Friendship

Don’t you just love friendship? I mean it. People in your life that are truly only there by choice and whose ultimate goal is to make you feel seen and heard and loved. Again, there by choice. Your friends don’t have to be your friends. They choose to be. As well as, you choose to be theirs. These people… they are the true MVP’s.

Grief: Part 1… my story

Today would have been my dad’s 66th birthday. This year will be 10 years without him. Some days it seems like 10 days, others it seems like 10 decades. Grief is such a complicated thing, indescribable, really.