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Certainty is Overrated (Or, The Mystery of Discernment)
I was happy I could take some time today to lasso my unwieldy thoughts for this article. Then came the morning’s sideways overreaction to something my husband was trying to express. Vitriol came flooding out of my mouth like a river from some unknown chasm of yuck. I am a good woman. I had a truly bad moment. Somewhere underneath all that overreaction was a heart that needed something. I couldn’t pinpoint what. That is the ongoing work of love for me—to search for my need so I can ask for it.
But the good man across from me was left with the question—let...read more