Broken Birdsong

Today, we wear our most ridiculous socks, in honor of the most ridiculously wonderful humans. It's World Down Syndrome Day. I feel weepy as I think this through. I love that I get to do this one small, wild thing to bring awareness to something that has such a huge hold on my heart. If I'm honest, I do this in support of one boy in particular. His name is Michael, & he has more love in his teeny body than anyone I've ever met. He's done more for me than I could ever do for him. He reflects Jesus a lot that way. He gave me my dream. I looked at him, & I knew what I wanted to do with my life. He & I, we both know the sound of voices telling us what we can't do; what we probably will never be able to do. My voices are mostly in my own head, though. I never saw myself overcoming the hurdles set before me. I never saw myself being healed from Lyme disease. He gave me hope, even while I still battled it. His story was one of my first glimpses of

I have been silent for far too long, & this is mostly due to my distaste for blogging from my phone. I'll explain. Old Bessie, my laptop, is on her last leg. She's overheating every time I turn her on (an action that now takes 15+ minutes). Her webpages aren't loading. She's whirring & whining, & it makes my heart hurt just to look at her. So, yes, technically, I could blog from my phone, but I really prefer writing on computers, because I am a perfectionist, & I like to know that the format I write this in is the format it stays in. OCD, I know. So here I am, putting off the inevitable laptop purchase, & typing on a borrowed computer in my fringe hours. Forgive me, friend. Last time we talked , I was doing some big-time processing, & -- I'm sure you could tell -- sorely in need of balance. I've come a long way. Nothing is wasted in the Kingdom of God. I love that. He took that burdened girl who was mourning the loss of he