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wife, mother, troublemaker

"learn to do right; seek justice. defend the oppressed. take up the cause of the fatherless; plead the case of the widow."

isaiah 1:17

there is always room for you next to me

I struggle with my faith. I have doubts and questions. I am annoyed with church. I am angry with church. I am furious with church. Sometimes I am angry with God. Sometimes I question my decision to be with a church where no one looks like me and few talk like me (out loud, at least). Where most believe and say the very things I protest and march and write and vote against. But damn it if I don't love the hell out of them too. It is a weird and holy and hard and dangerous place to be, this in between space. Where I want to shake someone and also hug them harder. Yell at them but also feed them. Turn my back from them but also pray with them. Love is radical. Every time the loneliness and anger build up to a boiling point God makes a way to remind me I'm not alone at all. I am angry. I am so very angry, but I'm not alone. . I don't have the answers. I do know we're all wandering in the same woods. Do not be afraid. Doubt and faith and anger and love can exist inside of you all at once. You don't have to hide any of these parts of you.

Two of my favorite people have back to back birthdays. Celebrating @papa_redmon and @shellver.lining tonight!

I have been kicking ass and taking names this week. But today I couldn't get out of bed until 11 and now "breakfast" is donuts and chocolate milk in matching pajamas (dog hair yoga pants for me). Which I guess is still kicking ass, just in a different way. 🍩 @davincisdonuts

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