Um... my house is filled with "How many times...?" How many times... ...have I washed this same dish? ...do I have to sweep the floor? ...will it be my job to load the dishwasher? ...did I ask you not to yell? ...have you lost your glasses? ...will you ask me that same question? This was … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: how many times?
Some moments (hours, days, weeks, years) I feel just like this: I am full of holes. Damaged. Torn through. Beyond repair. When I so desperately want to be: Whole. But I'm not. I've been damaged from the outside. Holes punched from the external right through my tender insides. Torn pieces of me away. Vandalized by … Continue reading Wednesdays with Jillene: holes become whole