The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry
The way of Jesus is without a doubt slow and unhurried, an easy yoke.
The way of Jesus is without a doubt slow and unhurried, an easy yoke.
The world of Twitter may not seek to inspire us or create situational comedy anymore, but it’s still a place occupied by people—less definable, but no less real.
Like wearing florals, writing about new life for spring is groundbreaking.
I pray, I type, I read, I write more ands.
I care a lot about things like that. I want people to remember good things about me.
Oftentimes when I go looking for spiritual poetry outside of Mary Oliver, I can’t find anything beyond super sanitized Christian verses.
Today, I cooked to affirm my belonging.
At that moment, Cline walked up and said, in his miraculously gentle drawl, “You can take her home if you want to.”
I’m angry that saying “Don’t tell me what to do” is more American than saying “Tell me how to help.”
I feel caught up in a collective urge to tend things.