We Love Them For The Candid Moments—On Love And Vulnerability
We invite people into relationship with us. Into friendship with us. Into our lives in whatever way we desire their presence.
We invite people into relationship with us. Into friendship with us. Into our lives in whatever way we desire their presence.
Just when you think the world has ended…
Every night we gaze into the mirror and look at the person we are trying to improve.
The other road. The #2 door. We all wonder from time to time what lies on the other side of it.
Forgiveness is an interesting game. Sometimes it is difficult to distinguish whether we are waiting for someone to forgive us or whether we are trying to forgive ourselves.
I never went to public school. This is probably for the best because frankly I don’t think I would have survived.
We pile on the titles, the fancy adjectives, the accomplishments and the attributes, when what we are searching for is someone who doesn’t love us for any of that, but instead loves us for what we are underneath it all.
It is no secret that our society seeks immediate gratification, but it was not necessarily his recognition of an immoral action that stuck with me, rather the shame he expressed so profoundly.
My good deeds tend to go unrecognized and sometimes it is hard for me not to resent that, not to wonder why I couldn’t just succeed in what seems to be a simple task of performing a random act of kindness.
Most of us strive for greatness, but it can be tough for the meager pawn to make its way past all the more able-bodied giants to the other end of the war-zone.