Greg and Travis McMichael, two white men, killed Ahmaud Arbery, a black man, several months ago. As a nation we’re just now hearing about this.
I’m not in charge of anything related to this case, except this: my response, my beliefs, my attitude.
Greg and Travis McMichael, two white men, killed Ahmaud Arbery, a black man, several months ago. As a nation we’re just now hearing about this.
I’m not in charge of anything related to this case, except this: my response, my beliefs, my attitude.
When stillness ends with the first light of dawn and you hit the ground running before you even know the direction, may you know his peace in your center
what do I care about right now?
what am I learning right now?
what am I praying for right now?
Over the last week, the words “I need thee every hour” have repeated themselves in my head. It’s as if my heart wants to remind my brain that not everything can be figured out by thinking. Only his voice can offer peace.
May we learn in the stillness movement does not define us
May we realize in the waiting we are enough
May we receive in our loneliness you are with us
Recently I discovered a rock and an acorn in the pockets of my son’s hoodie. His second birthday has just passed, and I feel we’ve entered a sweet spot in our family. He’s old enough to chatter—constantly—and I can understand most of what he says. He has ideas about how he’d like to spend his time, how he’d like to play, what toys he’d like to play with; he’s even begun pointing out a favorite shirt as I dig through the drawer in the mornings.