In our politically divided nation that often feels filled with hate, how do we love each other in the midst of our differences?
And then I get around it.
For years I hoped to be “discovered” as a singer, but when I was, I feared failure and bailed. Since then I’ve been afraid to ask for what I want. It’s time to change that.
“Where do you see God’s love in all this anger?” “God’s not there. If God loves me when I behave badly, then I’ll never change.” But then I remembered loving my nephew in the midst of a tantrum. Could that apply to me?
I hadn’t seen the breakup coming. On Friday night we had dinner with his daughters and talked about summer plans and on Monday he ended it. The loss of my fantasies around the relationship led to an accounting of my failures, turning a week of grief into months of wondering what was wrong with me.