If I've learned anything from my 33 years in this world, it's that bravery is not a characteristic reserved only for knights, superheroes and soldiers. Bravery is as necessary to being human as is breathing.
The more I learn about the vast size of the universe, and the more I realize how massive and completely other our God is, the more I wrestle with how he can care about this peon named Allison.
Today I'm over on the Nashville Moms Blog where I write about "How I Learned the Power of the Word 'No.'"
But yet, whenever we drove into town, to church or to school, I was drawn to those fields we passed in which a lone tree stood, firm and spreading in the center of the flat space. There was usually just one tree and although the farmland engulfed everything around it, the tree was often strong and substantial in size.
When scripture says God so loved the world, it doesn't mean he loves only the wealthy or the male or the American or the white skinned or the baby after a certain stage of development or the heterosexual person or the citizen or the people who contribute financially/are beneficial to society.
A longing to be seen. A longing to be free. The guttural cry of her spirit- To return to the garden, naked before shame.
We were never meant to be hardened creatures, simplified reminders of the despair in the world. We were sculpted, with all our complexities, to be living, moving images of the beautiful God who made us...
She was sitting, hunched in the corner near the trampoline. The two little girls in her charge were jumping and playing. Obvious to any observer, she was angry and in a bad mood.