Hey y’all! Today I’m over at the Seattle Service Corps blog, writing about what serving my community looks like these days. You can read my latest post there, and make sure to read all of my roommates posts because they are pure gold.
Here’s the beginning. You can read the rest of the post here.
The other night we were sitting around the table eating sweet potatoes, and Jon was telling a story.
It’s the kind of story that doesn’t resolve; it’s sacred, an honor to carry alongside him, but heartbreaking to hear. It made me angry and sad for him, and I wanted him to know how much he was loved, tell him about the grace I have found in his friendship.
I got up to do the dishes, in the silence that followed his story. I collected the plates.