To the loved one who passed away before I grew up

To the loved one who passed away before I grew up

You visit my dreams every now and then. You see me as I am now, and I find myself more careful—kinder—around you. In the back of my mind, I know you’re gone, so I use that time to say the things I never could. I tell you how much I missed you, how much I’ve...
What if the waiting season isn’t about delay?

What if the waiting season isn’t about delay?

“Tell Pharaoh about me. Don’t forget me.” Joseph urged the butler as he was being carried away to his freedom. The butler’s dream had come true, just as Joseph said it would. It was a peculiar gift, really—being able to interpret dreams. But what good was that in a...
The Ache of Not Creating

The Ache of Not Creating

So, it’s been a while. Hi. I’ve had a couple of ideas about what I should write here—reflections, lessons, words of encouragement—and now that I’m finally sitting down, all of it feels like it’s evaporated. But here I am. It’s a Sunday night. My phone is far away from...
After the War

After the War

For a while I thought you had the tendency of bringing out the worst in me, especially in our arguments, and this is reason enough not to continue pursuing what we have. After all, shouldn’t love bring out the best in a person? But you actually reveal the worst in me,...