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By AnonymCindy Mccormick Martinusen
I know I have this judgmental side that I'm often fighting against. But today I recognized the depths of my assumptions about people. What I envision is nothing remotely similar to the reality. Humility hurts. Coming home is disturbing.
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By AnonymCindy Mccormick Martinusen
In that hurry to achieve, I've left little time for self-reflection. And I'm not sure I'm ready for it.
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By AnonymCindy Mccormick Martinusen
I see the fragmented beauty of grace in their lives despite continued struggles. Beautiful mosaics formed by broken pieces.
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By AnonymCindy Mccormick Martinusen
I think of how sometimes God puts people together, maybe more often than we realize. We can disregard it, lie to ourselves, find the reasons why it's impractical. But something within the creation of them connects. I've been afraid of it. There is something fearful in revealing our true selves, allowing others to peer intimately inside. It takes such trust, and none of us are completely trustworthy.
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By AnonymCindy Mccormick Martinusen
What comes from sorrow, watered by tears, grows something of beauty. A salt garden. And so this I leave behind. A harvest for those who find their way into my life and I into theirs.
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