Category Archives: Placeless
But here are the deer, following the prodigal pattern. And me—well, I’ve been watching from the window for them this whole time.
“Have you ever been praying and all of sudden you wake up and you’re like ‘Oh I fell asleep, I was praying, sorry Jesus.’ A friend of mine said, ‘Don’t fret. That’s falling asleep on the lap of the Father.’ I’m like ‘Ha, yea, alright. Thanks for saying that.’”
“I was always going to do the thing. You didn’t have to hound me like that.”
I’ve crowded my life with empty boxes by comparing myself to other people and holding on to the idea that maybe one day I will be able to “fill the box” of what they have that I don’t.