The seed is in the ground / Now may we rest in hope / While darkness does its work.
I got to see where I’ll be living this summer. This is my deck. Here’s my backyard. Yeah, that’s the Atlantic.
We need big, reimagined, Jesus kind of love, and people willing to sacrifice themselves in order to live it with us. We need people who will love us enough to get messy.
So be deeply involved. Be covered in someone’s tears. Be the person who gets the call at midnight. Be the person who hears the gory details when someone’s marriage or career falls apart. Be the person who tells someone the hard stuff that they need to hear but no one wants to say. Be the person who repeatedly gets someone else’s mud and blood all over you. Be the person who goes home a little uncomfortable at night, not because of your behavior and thoughts, but because you’ve been near enough to someone else’s.
Be a family member to the lonely, messy people of this world, and to my generation."
The Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco / open to pedestrian traffic only, during its opening in May 1937 (top) and on its 50th anniversary in May 1987 (bottom).
In 1987, the weight of the 300,000 people that crossed the bridge caused it to sag by 5 feet.
My dad and I were watching it live on TV and he had to assure me that the bridge wouldn’t break or collapse.
I hope to get over to this place someday
STL, NYC, RI, & now Boston. I’m one blessed lady.