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Life (and death) on the river

"Mom, staying in bed is dangerous too. I'd rather take some risks than die of depression. At least if I die on the river I will have lived."

In the Quiet, I Cry (Almost Always)

Originally posted Nov. 16, 2021. Out of nowhere, the familiar (but not always welcome) warm tears began to cascade down my face.

The Prayer of a Righteous Man

Faith endures, but my address to God is uncomfortably, perplexingly, altered. I must explore The Lament as a mode for my address to God.

The Dreaded Birthdate Experiment

The thing about the birthdate since my son died is that it's turned into a thing. Like a real "thing." Odd. Unsettling. I don't like it.

Even in Paradise Things Go Wrong

Rain can bring flowers. In a storm like the one on Kuai, it was more like a river of uncontrollable sobbing. I know both feelings.

In the quiet, I cry (almost always)

Consent and allow myself to be led to wherever mystery and the presence of God leads. Show up with the tears.

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