The Fish Tank

Hear my heart. We all need connectedness. We need people. Real human beings face-to-face doing life with us. Facebook won't do it. Instagram won't suffice. Twitter cannot be our word count for the day. We need connection. Real life connection. It is said that we are the most connected now than ever. We can reach someone on a different continent within seconds. Yet, we find ourselves at a breaking point full of loneliness, depression, and despair. Why? How can we be more connected yet so disconnected? I can tell you why. Because we weren't designed to connect through a machine. We were built, created, designed to live life with one another. We need to hear, feel, smell, touch others. We were meant to disagree and be challenged by each other. We long to be loved by someone. It is in our DNA. Jesus didn't live in isolation. He lived just the opposite. He had his band of buddies, his inner crew that knew all and saw all, and he had his haters. He knew when it was time...

Okay. So my junk drawer isn't that bad. I can't help it. I live better when things are tidy and in their place. It seems I have miraculously become nine months pregnant because I am a nesting and organizing crazy lady over here ever since the boys went back to school. But, let's face it, we all have our junk. "Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective." James 5:16 I think one of the most difficult things in life is owning our junk. Seriously. Who wants to fess up to the crud in their life? I am not raising my hand. One of our sons made a mistake the other day. He was not happy to talk about said issue and was a hot mess, to say the least. One thing my husband and I kept saying over and over to him was to own it and move on. Doesn't it seem that life is so much easier when we own our junk, learn from it, and move on. If we don't, we find ourse...