My son is afraid I’m going to die. This fear leaks out right about the time he shuts his eyes at night. He’s worried because anything can happen. Tonight’s specific “anything” is accompanied by fear of violence and death in general. He can hardly utter the words. It makes him gasp for breath, wide-eyed and choking atContinue reading “When Fear Paralyzes, Love’s Got Legs”
Category Archives: worry
Advent Day Eleven: Wait, what?
There’s a moment after you say, “Yes, Lord, let it be as you have promised,” when doubt floods in. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea. Maybe this path that looked so blessed while Gabriel was hanging out looks dark and lonely now that the bright winged angel isn’t nearby. You are small. You areContinue reading “Advent Day Eleven: Wait, what?”
It’s Out of Your Hands
I’ve been feeling some anxiety lately, that nasty little bug of an emotion that crawls in between your sheets each night, wriggling around so that all you can do is focus on it and where it might wriggle to next. Normally I’m not much of a worrier, but occasionally worry sneaks up on me andContinue reading “It’s Out of Your Hands”
Cashing In
Okay, it must be divine appointment weekend here in Chicago. After ANOTHER great night out with some really interesting and intelligent writers, I got off of the el (how cool am I to use the lingo of Chicago?) at Harrison Ave. and begin walking back toward the hotel. It’s a crisp 30ish degrees out, andContinue reading “Cashing In”
Baked Apple, Green Ogres, and Snuggles
My word it’s been a week already. I am pretty run down tonight after a busy day at work and frustrating financial mishaps. I hate money. I really do. All of its finiteness, especially. But in the end, note the lilies in the field and the sparrows in the air – and we’re worth muchContinue reading “Baked Apple, Green Ogres, and Snuggles”
Sarah Marie Wells 