easter used to be my favorite holiday. partially because i genuinely loved the celebratory idea of hope and freedom, and admittedly, because i was tired of Christians ridiculing me for saying the fourth of july was my favorite holiday because it doesn’t have anything to do with Jesus. (“okay, but it *does* have to do with freedom, and that goes hand in hand...
Vulnerability. Even typing that word creates small bubbles of emotions that rise to the surface and pop! Quickly and unexpectedly. My chest has tiny tremors of tension and a few muscles in my arms tense. My breath catches or is held for the briefest moment.. For me, vulnerability is often associated with the words “risk”, “pain”, and “fear”. Not all the time though....
