The Things That Sting Deserve Grace Too
On loving the things, feelings, and seasons that scare us
The other morning I woke up to this throbbing sensation in my right middle finger. The wasp in my space later that day reminded me I dreamed of being stung by one. It caught my attention right away. I could almost feel it on my skin. The Yellowjacket’s metallic buzz as it tried to escape, unsettling as always, startled me.
Silhouetted by the outside glo…
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