Coffee enthusiast, Oxford Comma advocate, and lover of Christ. Good at hugs. Brothermod in the Twitch-sphere & johnnyhath most other places. Forever pining.
A close friend dies.
Your family still needs to be fed.
The dogs, oblivious to your suffering, still wag their tails to be walked.
Heedless of your sorrow, the laundry still demands it be done.
Work still calls.
The world seems not to care.
But Jesus does, beloved. Jesus does.
Modern architecture is silently making people miserable.
But medieval towns? They heal the soul.
Here’s why your brain prefers traditional architecture 🧵
I haven’t seen fireflies in my yard since I moved back to PA and it had been years since I’d really seen any when I was still living in NJ.
After a really aggravating day and compounding frustrations from work stealing my weekend, I took the dogs out just as the sun was setting
There is only sneezing and eyes so itchy it takes willful restraint to not rub them out of their sockets. There is nothing else. This is all existence is reduced to: plaintive, reliefless suffering.
Or, if you need to be more succinct, some simply call it “May”.
There are people I have prayed for but have never met in person and Easter has me thinking about what it will be like to meet them in Heaven.
Do you ever imagine what it will be like to find people you’ve prayed for in Heaven? Can you fathom the joy?
Easter is coming.