This morning, a friend mentioned to me that she eats ice cream sandwiches in the shower to cheer herself up. It made me thing of Sisyphus. It also made me think of the ways that I find myself doing the same thing over and over again, treading the same paths and patterns…the pursuits that seem [...]
Tag Archives: hope
birth
One Word. One idea…one concept…one touchstone. For the whole year. It’s an idea that I first stumbled across while reading my favorite blog. It interested me, but didn’t grab me enough to personally do anything about it. Then, backstage at a play I was part of this past Christmas season, a fellow cast member handed [...]
My grace is sufficient
I walk a weird line. It’s a line between secret pride and acute feelings of inadequacy. A line between reveling in the accolades of others and succumbing to the voices inside of me that hiss about my unworthiness, my unlovability, and my hopeless pursuit of wholeness. It’s a line that feels like the edge of [...]
be near…
The road to wholeness appears to have many starts and stops. And here I am, again, feeling broken. Not shattered, but not seamless either. Psalm 34:18 is what I need to hear tonight. Again and again. Whispered reminders that I am not alone…that God is here with me. Binding up my heart and healing me [...]
looking back…looking forward
Tonight, I have been looking back through my posts. Like photos in an album, each marking a specific moment or season, the blog posts transport me back to the frame of mind and the condition of heart that I was experiencing as I typed them out word by word. They are digital time capsules, snapshots [...]
morning dawns
“…where morning dawns and evening fades you call forth songs of joy.” – Psalm 65:8b Anyone who reads what I write here must surely sense that my life is full of ups and downs. Correction: my life is full of hairpin turns of emotion that often make little sense. It seems like every day [...]
H is for Healing (Counting My Blessings 8/26)
There have been a few times in my life when I have had an illness that seemed to drag on and on and on. Not something serious or drastically life-altering, just run-of-the-mill sicknesses that usually go their course in a few days. But, for whatever reason, they hung on. And became draining. And exhausting. And [...]
enough
this in-between where i am reaching but not grasping not quite not yet where i am moving forward but not arriving knowing, but not seeing yet holding on to belief this in-between where was is becoming a more distant memory and is seems slightly more focused but still shrouded nebulous still this in-between [...]
anniversary.
August 1, 1992 David Cosand married Hope Harrison. For better. For worse… August 1, 2011 I woke up that morning unaware of what would come. Where life would swing. I had caught a glimpse of approaching clouds, but I never expected the storm. The hurricane. The end that was just beginning. August 1, [...]
thank you
I love that God allows reminders to come our way that we’re not alone. This morning, I got an email from a person I’ve never met but whom I admire greatly. All it said was: “praying for you today, david.” And with that simple message, my day was brightened and my heart was filled with [...]
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