i am moses
i am Moses trying to convince the God of the Universe that He picked the wrong person. i am Moses reminding God of all of my faults. i am Moses feeling small and human and thinking of nothing beyond my own abilities. i am Moses looking at the bush and still doubting the power of our Creator. i am Moses being humbled and stretched and living awe of who God is.
The Truth About Self Love
The problem with being a writer is that moments of inspiration come at beautifully inconvenient times. Like right now. It's 8am in the middle of the week. i'm listening to great music and sitting in a coffee shop by the window and the sun is shining in a delicately perfect way. This room smells like pan dulce, which makes me think of the days i spent walking the streets of Guatemala. My coffee is too hot to drink and the test i'm supposed to be studying for is too soon. However i will continue in my never-failing pattern of being a poor student and take this lighting and that smell for what it's worth. This moment is too beautiful to spend it studying.
The Bridge Called Counseling
i'm sitting in this waiting room for the hundredth time. my heart is beating loudly and i feel like i'm going to vomit. i've been here for ten minutes and i should have gone in five minutes ago and every minute that passes is a stronger temptation to run.
A year ago, i went to my first counseling session.
Last week, after five months away, i went back.