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How to have a truly happy new year.

For the first time in years, I don’t remember my New Year’s resolution from January. Usually, I write it down in my journal or on a note I stick to my mirror. There’s been many of those dog-eared sticky notes from years past. The year of contentment. Speaking life. We passed pancakes across the breakfast table on January 1st this year. “What do you want from 2018?” I can’t remember my answer. I know what I didn’t want though. I didn’t want to walk into her office and share the parts of my life I’m inclined to hide. I didn’t want to Facetime her the day after she delivered her baby that never breathed. I didn’t want to spend four months wondering how I’d walk into her house on Christmas day and see her empty chair. I didn’t want to go on another first date that led nowhere. We sit across from each other in a little coffee shop in Colorado, picking at a charcuterie board. “When I think about all of the things I have left to go through,” her voice cracks....
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The Ant and the Giant of Heaven

I was flipping through folders and stumbled across this piece that I wrote a few years ago, inspired by someone's comment at Ellerslie. Seek God’s will, but don’t fret over it. He is God.

In the universe, there was a galaxy.
In the galaxy, there was earth.
On the earth, there was a continent.
On the continent, there was a country.
In the country, there was a province.
In the province, there was a city.
In the city, there was a neighborhood.
In the neighborhood there was a house.
In the house, there was a garage.
In the garage, there was an anthill.
In the anthill, there was an ant.
And the Giant of Heaven ruled it all.

One day the ant was troubled.
He trembled.
He claimed it as a trial.
He trifled.
He claimed it as a tribulation.

His friends came to him.
“Why do you fret?”
“Why do you fear?”
“Why are you frustrated?”


“Oh, friends!”
He wept.
“What if I am not in the will of the Giant of Heaven?”
He whimpered.
“What if he wants me to be at a different anthill?”
His eyes watered.

“Dear Ant!”
They smiled.
“You are an ant,”
They said softly.
“But, he is the Giant!”
They shouted.
“Can He not move you?”





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