What is the difference?

I don't talk a lot...about myself. Don't generally express my feelings or talk about what is going on with me. So why, when you ask, does my generalized answer feel like a mask?

nebraska

From last month: 

Praying for Nebraska,

Presented with obvious signs.

From Lincoln to Deals Gap…

So whatever may be happening

My thoughts are surely with you,

they are never far anyway…

Thank you for asking.

Thank you for asking Pastor, and I believe asking with a heart of friendship.  I am sorry that I did not have much of an answer.

I spent some time this afternoon trying to come up with an answer. Here is what I have so far:

    My hair is pink - but it is October so I don't know if that really qualifies.

    My brother has 2 kids now - and they amaze me every time I see them.

    I just celebrated 10 years in my job.

You see it's been a while since we talked, and I really don't talk about myself too much.  I will generally give you a straight answer, although I sometimes come up empty.  The thing is I don't feel like there is anything much "new and exciting" in my life currently.

What I maybe should have told you is that I see God working, and I think I am joining Him. That my faith community is growing stronger, but somehow seems detached from great portions of my life. That I sometimes wonder why I'm still here, waiting...

body language

the eyes say so much. Much more than ears

can ever hear, than mouths could ever speak.

More than words could ever fathom.

in progress

Holding hands,

like building bridges.

Across the wavering seas,

lights the sun:

the hope of more tomorrows.

Portraits

Sometimes an image just strikes. Generally for me it's what I have recently decided to call a portrait. That title just sort of hit me with this most recent image and it really does seem to fit them all.  Sometimes it's the words the portraits inspire that stick with me and other times it's the striking visual itself.  For this most recent one, which I have titled Portrait of a Believer, I really wish I could have stopped and photographed it.  She looked almost as though she could have stepped from another time, that innocent child on Shull St.

mashed up

When life's the only truth,

That's when I run to you.

And it's you and me

And all of the people

In the sweet madness,

This glorious sadness.

Staring out into the night

Trying to hide the pain,

If you leave I won't cry

I won't waste a single day

Between the sand and stone.

Could you make it on your own?