Month: November 2017

Praise is not a compliment,    not a friendly recognition of a favor. It's an outpouring - a soul    wrenching expression of longing and loyal love. It isn't a sugar stick,    doesn't require a smile, though it can end with one. Psalm 150

I'm suspicious of victory     or maybe superiority that comes from winning. Perhaps I     just can't stand to lose. No matter what, victory concerns me deeply.     The manic acts of celebration halt me. I question the logic.     Defeat is always lurking nearby. Psalm 149