My babies love to play a game they made up called Dirty Rat (don’t ask where they got that term or how they made up the game! I have no idea!), in which one person is the dirty rat and chases the others. Basically, it’s Tag. But it’s their own silly little version, and they chase each other laughing and laughing and saying, Get away, Dirty Rat!
From an article originally posted January 26, 2014…
How do you live well when the living you’re living isn’t the living you expected?
This is the question I’m living with every single day. This is the question I think most of us wrestle through—if we are honestly looking at our living. Tonight I started a new book. The main character was a grandma, and I immediately was jealous of her. Once she started to complain about her life I put the book down. Here, I’m reading of a fictional character, I’m dreadfully jealous of her, and I find myself absolutely hating her.
I see you. I see you over in the corner, avoiding the eye of others because you are afraid no one will make eye contact. I see you trying to pretend like it doesn’t matter that you are standing alone. I see you trying to busy yourself to avoid the embarrassment of appearing rejected—the pre-emptive isolation. Because to look around and not find any friendly smiles or warm glances or kind words is too painful. I understand that the isolation of kicking a dust ball in the corner is less painful than the vulnerability of standing tall and being overlooked.
From an article originally posted January 27, 2014…
The evening hours are always the most difficult. My heart breaks, my fears come, and certainly the lies persist. My failures feel as though they are placed under a spotlight, and grace is difficult to come by in the dark. It was so good to share my heart in this place, to cry big, hard tears, and to invite Jesus into my broken heart to walk me towards grace.
Question: I’m wondering how to take friendship to a deeper level—from casual friendship to deep friendship.
Answered by Allie de Graaf
I like things to be deep—colors, flavors, songs, thoughts, emotions, friendships, you name it—I want it deep. I think sometimes the depth of me has scared away some potential friends, but it has also allowed for some incredibly special relationships.