And here it is. Reason it’s on my mind. And go to seed on it if you must. But I dang well hope Jesus took his mom with him to fold Tyre up in his arms and carry him gently home. Think what you want. But as for me? I hope he said, “Till yours gets here, you can borrow mine.”
Y’all, I’ve been under so much stress & so depressed & in such a state of disorientation & what-the-heck-is-even-happening & so much grief for 5 yrs & I’m finally healing up a bit. I feel like I could do a baton twirl-tap dance combo routine to When the Roll is Called Up Yonder.
These are the weirdest days. I don’t know why it’s not just easier to say we went too far than to just keep doubling down. That’s the trouble with jobs and positions being dependent on extremism. You feel stuck. Jesus, help us. We’ve gotten ourselves backed into corners.