Where Disappintment Grows
Summer time wakes me up to sunshine and a day full of possibilities, and yet, it also wakes me up to all the nagging little feelings I've left untended, hidden in the back corners of a heart that's become over crowded with them by June 21st. So here I sit, spending too many minutes just staring out the kitchen window of my parents' house, not really sure what to name these feelings but hoping that time and slow will heal them, hoping that the Rescuer will in fact rend heaven and come pick me out of the mess I've let myself sink into with months of neglecting my own soul. So as I sit here, taking in the shades of green, I see the one little quail that seems to take up residence in this country neighborhood, and being desperate for meaning, I wonder if that could be a note from the heavens that I don't have to worry because God tends to even the birds. And yet, I can't help but think I'm grasping for straws even in that, hoping to prove to my dry riverbed o...