When you’re not actually reporting bad news, but living it

Yes, it may sound cruel to put tragedy and goodness together. But I also believe that sometimes goodness is forged in the darkness, that we are forced to confront the knots in our lives that we’ve almost forgotten. And maybe it is in these seasons that we learn to let go of the stuff we’ve been holding on to for far too long, and hold onto the things we’ve let slip through our fingers.

After midnight

Is a blank slate ever possible? This is life’s great conundrum, I think – if life won’t give us a brand new slate, are we willing to carve one out for ourselves? Are we willing to believe that we can be made new and whole in spite of our shortcomings and brokenness?