Quarantine journals: April 30

When I was younger, I had a terrifying, recurrent dream. I can’t recall the circumstances, only that we were standing in a line at a school waiting for MREs, our only source of food. It was the sort of dream where your conscious is telling you in the midst that “it’s only a dream,” butContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 30”

Quarantine journals: April 18

I stopped putting a tally in this space. All numbers do is smear and blur the pain and fear. All numbers do is feed the enemy’s lie that it has the power. Today I took my dog on a long walk in the woods. Deliberately, of course. And just to see if there’s any marrowContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 18”

Quarantine journals: April 2

242,182 diagnosed. 5,850 dead. 8,991 recovered. ***** I’m really thankful today for friends who have more faith than i who post truths my head knows full well, but my heart falters. Just sharing one of those today. Waymaker. That’s what we sing. Even when sorrows like sea billows roll. “…for God gave us a spiritContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 2”

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