grief for the Holy Child

a sword would pierce my side, he said. he spoke nothing of my heart. how it would be ripped apart seeing Him hung, dangle on that tree, listening to blasphemy hurled upon my Boy. to them, His pain was politics. the death of a Dream. a Man who gave dinner. a Leader. a Sinner. a ...

poverty over

a mind of poverty — a lack. is there a way to turn the clock back and undo the “setting in?” the “setting in” of competition the “setting in” of the suspicion that it’s all dog-eat-dog so don’t dare risk at all… because then, you’ll lose everything.   (“everything” ain’t much.)   a mind of poverty ...

Have it abundantly.

 It’s really hard sometimes. It’s hard to believe that life, now, can be abundant… When you are running out of money. Out of energy. Out of joy. 2016 was not the easiest year for us as a family. My mom had surgery that ended up handicapping her, requiring the family to pitch in for long ...