Meditations on Gratitude
I used to think that gratitude would rob me of joyful anticipation.
by Ansley Kelly | Apr 3, 2021 | 3 comments
I used to think that gratitude would rob me of joyful anticipation.
by Ansley Kelly | Mar 3, 2021 | 4 comments
I feel beautiful and wicked—flying fast and fearless.
by Ansley Kelly | Feb 3, 2021 | 5 comments
If all of creation is spinning towards destruction, why does anything matter at all?
by Ansley Kelly | Jan 3, 2021 | 6 comments
Even if all I managed was driving to the patrol room and re-stocking my pack, I wasn’t going home to the couch.
by Ansley Kelly | Dec 3, 2020 | 3 comments
It is remarkably easy to forget the fullness of story in each chicken breast.
by Ansley Kelly | Nov 3, 2020 | 3 comments
The rawness of this proximity to life makes me feel vulnerable, sort of like therapy but without the armchairs.
by Ansley Kelly | Oct 3, 2020 | 8 comments
Her comment broke the meditative silence of our post-dinner respite, and we stumbled into the idea with the dazed confusedness of young students in the presence of wisdom.
by Ansley Kelly | Sep 3, 2020 | 8 comments
Choosing hope today doesn’t deplete what’s available to us tomorrow.
by Ansley Kelly | Aug 3, 2020 | 3 comments
I used to finish races like that so sweaty and happy and exhilarated that I didn’t need any rum to feel like the queen of the world.
by Ansley Kelly | Jul 3, 2020 | 1 comment
And yet, even there, in that peaceful place, my brow furrowed with unrest.
by Ansley Kelly | Jun 3, 2020 | 3 comments
I didn’t expect to be single at twenty-five, but here we are.
by Ansley Kelly | May 3, 2020 | 8 comments
At that moment, Cline walked up and said, in his miraculously gentle drawl, “You can take her home if you want to.”
by Ansley Kelly | Mar 3, 2020 | 2 comments
It’s like merging onto a highway when you’re not sure you remember how to drive.
by Ansley Kelly | Feb 3, 2020 | 3 comments
My mother has earned every one of her grey hairs.
by Ansley Kelly | Jan 3, 2020 | 18 comments
This is the grace of God: that in our darkest grief and our most motionless despondency, He continues to move.
by Ansley Kelly | Dec 3, 2019 | 8 comments
Among all of the challenges that I imagined were standing between me and a tree, allow me to share some of my favorites.
by Ansley Kelly | Nov 3, 2019 | 2 comments
This October sabbatical, as I am calling it, is not what I would have chosen.
by Ansley Kelly | Oct 3, 2019 | 6 comments
I learned that home is a team sport.
by Ansley Kelly | Sep 3, 2019 | 6 comments
When unchecked, they are bad toddlers, eating bags of gummy bears and staying up all night.
by Ansley Kelly | Aug 3, 2019 | 12 comments
Cookies are a way of saying I can’t fix all of the hurt, or make the bad days go away.
by Ansley Kelly | Jul 3, 2019 | 1 comment
What I learned on this year’s Dover was how to sit in the disappointment with friends and then to race around joyfully on borrowed red bicycles.
by Ansley Kelly | Jun 3, 2019 | 6 comments
The waves will wave again and the wind will call my name. What good hope that is.
by Ansley Kelly | May 3, 2019 | 0 comments
My earliest intelligible communication was holding my stomach and saying “ow.”
by Ansley Kelly | Apr 3, 2019 | 0 comments
I realized, sitting at my kitchen table that I needed to be a little more willing to lose my life, the life that I have been trying to beat into submission with a fancy planner and Lysol.
by Ansley Kelly | Mar 3, 2019 | 1 comment
Woe to us if we value an intellectually impressive Christianity over the simple beauty of the ample grace and multiple avenues with which God extends salvation.