I tried writing through the pain this week. Pieces that some of you are expecting in your inbox and are maybe questioning your subscription now that it’s Friday and they haven’t arrived. And 4,000 words later, I guess I can say I did. But sometime in the middle of the week I realized I needed to write about the pain itself—to release the cynicism and make room for prayer. Where you fall ideologically is none of my business. I have love for you either way. I just needed a minute to take off the mask of optimism.
A meditation on Roe v. Wade
I tried writing through the pain this week. Pieces that some of you are expecting in your inbox and are maybe questioning your subscription now that it’s Friday and they haven’t arrived. And 4,000 words later, I guess I can say I did. But sometime in the middle of the week I realized I needed to write about the pain itself—to release the cynicism and make room for prayer. Where you fall ideologically is none of my business. I have love for you either way. I just needed a minute to take off the mask of optimism.