You can embark on new and steeper versions of your old sins, you know, and cry tears while doing it that are genuine as any.

I prayed the Lord would sort (my prayers) out and answer as needed. Above all that he would hurry.

What else exhausts like sustained deception?

Why is it our failures only show us more clearly the people we are failing?

We and the world, my children, will always be at war. Retreat is impossible. Arm yourselves.

Once in my life I knew a grief so hard I could actually hear it inside, scraping at the lining of my stomach, an audible ache, dredging with hooks as rivers are dredged when someone's been missing too long. I have to think my mother felt something like that.

Fair is whatever God wants to do.