I burnt the bacon. It wasn’t because I didn’t set a timer, it’s because I didn’t stay where I could hear the timer. All the things need done, yes they do. But I am old enough to realize that there isn’t an end to the list. I will never get done all the things that need done.

We read too much condemnation over ourselves in scripture, and we miss keywords like “practice”. God never asks us to be perfect.

Summer is fading and I’m desperate to make her last. My Enneagram one self, even though I try not to show her that much in public, feels...