One Step at a Time
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The Consolation Prize
We often joke about consolation prizes. After all, they confirm what we, in our heart of hearts, knew all along: we are not the winner. We are second, third, fourth, or even last place in whatever contest we just participated in. We did not get what we wanted. The cheap consolation prize gathering dust on the shelf reminds us of that painful experience of being a capital L-oser.
Who Am I?
Have you ever wrestled with the question, “Who am I?”
I sure have.
As someone who has crossed cultural boundaries, my national identity as an American is shaken to the core. In a slow and pervasive way, India has invaded my identity and shaped me so much that I will never feel completely American again. Yet I’m not Indian either.
The Birth of Survival Sarah
The dim lights allowed the projection to show up more clearly. I struggled to hold my head up to watch the gruesome video. I hate horror movies and never watch them, never will. But here I was, just out of a three-week stint in the hospital watching an educational video that featured huge magnifications of bed sores.
About the Site
This blog is intended to help readers face the reality of their lives and live well within that reality, ultimately to experience joy amid suffering. My greatest hope is that we can encourage each other on our journeys as we understand our brokenness. If God isn’t intimidated by the fragmented pieces of our lives, we need not be, either. We must keep reminding each other of that.
About the Site
This blog is intended to help readers face the reality of their lives and live well within that reality, ultimately to experience joy amid suffering. My greatest hope is that we can encourage each other on our journeys as we understand our brokenness. If God isn’t intimidated by the fragmented pieces of our lives, we need not be, either. We must keep reminding each other of that.