I’ve been going to church my whole life. I grew up in the church; my parents grew up in the church. There’s a lineage of grace there. I’ve been blessed to be raised this way and I look forward to raising my own kids this way. (Whenever that is.)
“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences."
~ Sylvia Plath
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I’ve been going to church my whole life. I grew up in the church; my parents grew up in the church. There’s a lineage of grace there. I’ve been blessed to be raised this way and I look forward to raising my own kids this way. (Whenever that is.)
This week was a tough one.
All week, I thought I would do my first political blog post. Honestly. I thought, “I need to get my opinion out there. They need to know what I think about the current state of our nation.” I dreaded this election. I dreaded the outcome, no matter what would happen. But this isn’t a political blog. It never has been. It never* will be. (*Putting an asterisk here because I shouldn’t say “never.” Things could change. I don’t know the future.) It’s not a political blog because I think when we sink our teeth into politics for the sake of politics we miss the point. (There is a place for politics, don’t get me wrong, but this isn’t the place for it.)
How many stories have you read (or watched, movies count, too) that involved a “chosen one” or a hero? A savior? The hero is a trope—the main character is an integral part of any story. One of my favorite parts of writing in the fantasy genre is how several books that span over a long period of time can still be part of the same overarching story. I love the connectedness.
The snow outside on Christmas morning is a reminder of what makes us clean—what makes us pure as snow.