Reckless Love
Before I spoke a word, You were singing over me, You have been so, so good to me… It was surreal to watch my grandmother each Sunday as she prepared to go to church. She would play a hymn in the background and yell at an invisible form in the corner, “Devil, nothing will stop me from going to church. I’m going to see God!” I didn’t understand what the big deal was in going to church or why she was yelling at the devil. (All my 8-year-old self saw was a run in her stockings.) What I do know is that she made me go with her – where I watched her kneeling, mumbling inaudible prayers.
by Kuan-Yin Therese Timothee
As I grew in age, experience, and heartache I learned to do some of the same things as my grandmother because I believed in God. But I didn’t yet understand what it meant to be loved by God. Before I took a breath, You breathed Your life in me… You have been so, so kind to me… I don’t know if it is a normal phenomenon to challenge the parameters of life and death
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