This Journey

Thoughts, rants, prayers, sermons I'll never give and other stuff gathered as I make my way through this life.

Monday

I’m grateful for friends who reach out, even when they don’t know what to say.

I’m grateful that I was (mostly) able to hold it together today.

I’m grateful for G, who is trying so hard to care for me in this dark place.

I’m grateful that DS1 came home Sunday night.

I’m grateful I decided to cook Thanksgiving on Friday, so that I have all day Thursday – and help – to clean and get ready.

Author: Not Fainthearted

A paradox wrapped in an enigma playing the accordion. I'm a sinner-saint, child of God working at the cross-roads of church and world. A Deaconess called to connect people living near the center with people on the edge and to help your life sing (literally and figuratively) while doing it. People don't always get the deaconess part. Could be the swearing, the corporate job, or the wine.

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