I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.
Individually, we are one drop.
Together, we are an Ocean.
There is no indication that God explained to Joseph what He was doing through those many years of heartache or how the pieces would eventually fit together. He had no ways of knowing that he would eventually enjoy a triumphal reunion with his family. He was expected, as you and I are, to live out his life one day at a time in something less than complete understanding. What pleased God was Joseph’s faithfulness when nothing made sense.
It was quite a beautiful thing, the way we simply just came to be, with no effort or trying and slowly we found each other’s hands in the dark. No chains or promises, just a simple sign of hope
that things will go on and get better
and that things and people and views are still out there, yet to be found.
Selfish enough to want it all.
And I know if I don’t have you . . .
. . . I don’t have anything.
A boss says “go and make sure you do it
We told each other what movies we were currently watching and what books we were reading.
The relationship between a guy and a girl naturally becomes more intimate as they spend time together.
My mother always wanted to live near the water,” she said. “She said it’s the one thing that brings us all together. That I can have my toe in the ocean off the coast of Maine, and a girl my age can have her toe in the ocean off the coast of Africa, and we would be touching. On opposite sides of the world.
It is raining blood today.
I open my book and write “Black Lives Matter