tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842811545737336269.post4979795872014703896..comments2023-07-11T04:03:37.608-05:00Comments on DramaticElegance: when thrashing isn't a thumb war Rachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05927558035256871985noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842811545737336269.post-84477042832548712902013-09-13T22:18:43.301-05:002013-09-13T22:18:43.301-05:00"It all comes back to the lion."
This i..."It all comes back to the lion."<br /><br />This is a POWERHOUSE post friend. love it. i hear your heart, here. (And I love that Mandy girl, too)Mommy Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09989213786947802537noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842811545737336269.post-70826438793930546852013-09-13T18:51:35.262-05:002013-09-13T18:51:35.262-05:00Love the realness here. Love that you say damn. Lo...Love the realness here. Love that you say damn. Love the sound of your friend, Mandy's book. Love the picture of you and your girl.<br /><br />Good to read your words, Rachel.Amy Sullivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571083038560430815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842811545737336269.post-86540503096894900222013-09-11T17:09:59.872-05:002013-09-11T17:09:59.872-05:00Pruning is always difficult for me to perform on p...Pruning is always difficult for me to perform on plants--- and hard for me to submit to in life. Loved your poem and your story. Jumped over from e'sDea Moorehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18058589416716653614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842811545737336269.post-10091331986331842882013-09-11T12:39:16.484-05:002013-09-11T12:39:16.484-05:00So good to read those words. I visited from Imperf...So good to read those words. I visited from Imperfect Prose, but I'll be starting story 101 myself in a few days. I'm hesitant to write about my doubt too. Never can seem to get the words out. But I keep getting this feeling that that may be what the class will bring up for me, so we'll see. :) Thanks again. AlissaBChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10283525535089539913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842811545737336269.post-21451449824217715392013-09-11T10:43:57.733-05:002013-09-11T10:43:57.733-05:00I love this. I'm a fellow thrasher/wrestler. T...I love this. I'm a fellow thrasher/wrestler. The last paragraph especially made my hairs stand up on end. Thanks, Rachel. (Over from Story Session). Tanya Marlowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12987731615948337720noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842811545737336269.post-92219839273191241712013-09-10T22:25:39.326-05:002013-09-10T22:25:39.326-05:00it all comes back to the Lion. it's in that da...it all comes back to the Lion. it's in that dark place where you have no idea what might come skulking out of those darkened doorways that He curls up quietly at your back. and sometimes, when you need him the most, when fear threatens to consume you and has crawled down your throat<br /><br />He roars. <br /><br />Oh Rachel..... Those words I copied above. Those. I get the trashing. I've been reading Mandy's book and it's so beautiful it's tough to describe. This wrestling with Jesus isn't pretty, or clean like people want it to look like. We walk out with limps, scars on our thighs, up the backs of our heads and in our hearts from unanswered questions. <br />Yet..... There's a yet NOT a but. Our faith doesn't stay shaky. It grows, like a firmly rooted tree that shoots out of the earth. It just needed time to grow. And a little fertilizer. And what is better fertilizer than a little shit :)<br />ROAR on BRAVE one. Because it's heard. And seen. Bethanyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11537805099520940679noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8842811545737336269.post-58051309799960399052013-09-10T21:53:53.001-05:002013-09-10T21:53:53.001-05:00"you pick yourself back up and snap off a wal..."you pick yourself back up and snap off a walking stick and pull yourself along." I like that visual. And this line gets to me: "i faded."Mandyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14885272614057485240noreply@blogger.com