Two Years and a Tribe
"A worthy life involves loving as loved folks do, sharing the ridiculous mercy God spoiled us with first. It means restoring people, in ordinary conversations and regular encounters. A worthy life means showing up when showing up is the only thing to do." ~Jen Hatmaker, "For the Love" I have typed several paragraphs, deleted them, and re-typed them. This is probably my fourth or fifth attempt at this blog post. I just can't seem to find the right words to describe what I'm feeling. My brain is a jumbled mess of thoughts and emotions, fueled by caffeine and leftover pizza. Okay, maybe sugar and a little booze, too. (Don't panic, health friends - I still exercise and eat nutritious foods. Life is about balance, right?) It is still and quiet in my house right now. The clock says 1:38 a.m. Everyone is sleeping but me. I wish I could sleep, but every now and then, I still get those random bouts of insomnia, usually when my mind is full
