I n a moment of bravery, I shared a post to my Facebook wall about an event that occurred at a political convention. In 2024, you're taking your sanity and relationships in your hands by risking such a click. But I had seen and read enough by that point that Friday to warrant a cast into the lake of general advocacy. Wednesday evening, August 21st, I watched some of the 2024 Democratic National Convention, because part of my process of discernment in an election year is seeing and hearing candidates speak for themselves, in longer-format platforms. Conventions are notorious for being celebrations of and for the political party itself -- this is not lost on me. But I can generally glean something of what's valuable to someone in watching a 15-20+ minute delivered speech or interview. The Democratic nominee for Vice President, Tim Walz, took to the podium as part of his acceptance of the nomination. His family -- wife, daughter and son -- all watching. During his speech, Walz r
I am going through one of the most difficult seasons. I don't want to say there haven't been offers of help, or people concerned, or even steps taken. But, the truth is, if I'm making forward progress, I'm quickly not making forward progress again. I don't have enough blog space, nor do you have enough time and capacity to understand the journey that I have been on and what it has transitioned into, both in the last several years and the last several weeks. I am drowning in both a loss of information and too much information that may or may not apply. I reach out for help only to receive cancellation, or month-long delay, or interest but inability to move much beyond that. I receive helpful suggestions, action plans, treatment courses, therapeutic interventions, prayerful support from well-meaning and loving friends. Still, I can't figure out what's happening nor determine the course for how to make effective change. And change is needed yesterday. Unti