Thinking about repentance and forgiveness
March has been a very strange month. If I'm honest, February was no less strange, but it was more actively strange and March is a suspension between action and forward movement. It is a month of waiting. What I am waiting for, I'm not ready to say publicly, but either way, waiting is an uncomfortable place to be. Facing down a monumental life change (to me, doubtless it would not be to many other people), caught between how things have been and how things will be, I find my past catching up with me and asking for resolutions before I move forward into something new.
Parenting (as) a sinner
Sometimes I feel like I'm a little kid who found a knife (as my two-year old mysteriously did a couple days ago), and I knew as soon as I found it with its wooden handle and shiny blade that I was not supposed to have this knife. But it was pretty, and I was sure I was old enough to manage it just fine on my own. So I started cutting at a stick with it and watching the bark shave away in satisfying, if clumsy, manner. Until the knife slips (it's not that sharp), and I cut myself.