When Sympathy Saps: How Not to Strengthen a Suffering Friend
“The people who do us good are never those who sympathize with us, they always hinder, because sympathy enervates.”
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No Toast Without Bread: My Loving God Will Meet Me
Where has God been as this reruptured tendon keeps creeping up my calf?
Dare I ask, where?
“For if there had been bread,” C.S. Lewis quipped, “there would be no toast.”
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“Hymn in Contemplation of Sudden Death”: The Dorothy L. Sayers’ Poem I Wish I Wrote
I remember the first time I thought I might actually die. A foreign virus had me in a stranglehold. I was in an anguishing, fevery way—and that, a continent from home.
The summer I was 19 was the first time that I prayed,
“Lord, if you won’t heal me, please take me home.”
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The Other Gold: My Tribute to a Golden Friend
A little piece of my heart left for Tennessee. As I write, my friend is driving to her new home ten hours and three states away.
I’ve never been one to speak of “best” friends, nor ever once to sport a broken-heart, BFF necklace.
Instead I’ve long praised “different friends for different reasons” and “changing friends in different seasons.” I don’t think I’m changing my tune.
But that doesn’t mean certain friends don’t rise to the top.
