Screwtape Letters and Boethius are very good company. I reread Screwtape at the beginning of the pandemic and found it to be the most hopeful thing I had read it a long time. One of our boys is starting to read it now.
There have been times when I felt God had too high an opinion of me. That I wasn’t up to what He thought I could handle. I continue to pray for your whole family. May He reveal new directions and give you His peace.
Your words were a gift to me this morning. Praise God for your writing. You, your story, your words are giving a lot of lift today—I hope you can feel that too.
It is easier to look back now and see the two 6 month periods where my husband didn't get paid as spiritual raw material. At the time I wanted to break things. Literal windows at his place of work. I find your method of well-done chores and Lewis much more helpful. "Courage, dear one."
I didn't get the Emily pun in your subtitle until I reread the whole thing. Your humor and ability to weave it in, even during trying times like these, is a gift. You're still you, and it's good to see.
“I’m not a sieve, that desires pass through me.” — this was my favorite line, but I loved all the lines that your built up desires finally relinquished into words. Your delight of good work came shining through in this piece. Well done, friend, for digging until you unearthed treasures. Thanks for sharing them with us.
How I laughed at your closing line! Thank you. You and your family are ever in my prayers.
When I was at a similar place in my life, with three young daughters and no money coming in, wondering if we'd have to give up our home, I cried and prayed and marched around the walls of Jericho. To this day, I couldn't tell you which walls fell down, but something in our world shifted.
Yes ma’am. The questions. Yes.
Screwtape Letters and Boethius are very good company. I reread Screwtape at the beginning of the pandemic and found it to be the most hopeful thing I had read it a long time. One of our boys is starting to read it now.
There have been times when I felt God had too high an opinion of me. That I wasn’t up to what He thought I could handle. I continue to pray for your whole family. May He reveal new directions and give you His peace.
“Words have been my enduringest sustenance…” How I felt this one, Reagan. Me, too.
Your words were a gift to me this morning. Praise God for your writing. You, your story, your words are giving a lot of lift today—I hope you can feel that too.
It is easier to look back now and see the two 6 month periods where my husband didn't get paid as spiritual raw material. At the time I wanted to break things. Literal windows at his place of work. I find your method of well-done chores and Lewis much more helpful. "Courage, dear one."
I didn't get the Emily pun in your subtitle until I reread the whole thing. Your humor and ability to weave it in, even during trying times like these, is a gift. You're still you, and it's good to see.
It is good to sit with you and listen to your words and your heart.
“I’m not a sieve, that desires pass through me.” — this was my favorite line, but I loved all the lines that your built up desires finally relinquished into words. Your delight of good work came shining through in this piece. Well done, friend, for digging until you unearthed treasures. Thanks for sharing them with us.
Housekeeping, my dear, is never mere.
This is one of my favorite things you've ever said! ❤️
How I laughed at your closing line! Thank you. You and your family are ever in my prayers.
When I was at a similar place in my life, with three young daughters and no money coming in, wondering if we'd have to give up our home, I cried and prayed and marched around the walls of Jericho. To this day, I couldn't tell you which walls fell down, but something in our world shifted.
“…the possibility that what’s hidden is beyond imagining: more terrifying, more tremendous—and infinitely kind.” Oh yes, may it be.