"But I talk about my life anyway because if, on the one hand, hardly anything could be less important, on the other hand, hardly anything could be more important. My story is important not because it is mine, God knows, but because if I tell it anything like right, the chances are you will recognize that in many ways it is also yours. Maybe nothing is more important than that we keep track, you and I, of these stories of who we are and where we have come from and the people we have met along the way because it is precisely through these stories in all their particularity, as I have long believed and often said, that God makes himself known to each of us most powerfully and personally. If this is true, it means that to lose track of our stories is to be profoundly impoverished not only humanly but also spiritually." - Fredrick Buechner, Telling Secrets
Today was equal parts agony and bliss. Hot waiting, chilling interrogation, and finally, beautiful release. Now, so incredibly content with where i am, i don’t know where to begin describing how much I delight in this land, or how beautiful it feels to laugh and joke in this wonderful language, in shabby streets with brilliant souls. So utterly exhausted, and I begin working at 9 am in a neighboring refugee camp, do it is time for me to crash.
Gosh, even the breeze is delicious here, or maybe this is just homeland euphoria talking.
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just spent the day in a much needed heart to heart with my beautiful sister.
let it be known there is no human being more precious and i would broach my pacifist convictions and rip off the head of anyone who tried to harm her.
you’ve been warned.
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