The Weakest Reed

He will not crush the weakest reed or put out a flickering candle.

April 7, 2014
by Rachel Gustafson
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It’s not looking so good for those who have it all together.

This is the ugliest scar.  The one covered self-consciously, forearm drawn close over the vulnerable spot: I felt cast-off and forgotten.  And when I dusted myself off, I looked around to see that there was no one in particular to … Continue reading

February 25, 2014
by Rachel Gustafson
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Jesus is not Disney

Apparently, they must each bring their own bucket and rope to draw water from Jacob’s well, because the Samaritan woman pointed out Jesus was lacking the necessary tools.  The well is an epidemiological nightmare. Imagine all the households that particular … Continue reading

April 23, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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When you wonder if you’ve buried the best of you…

It wasn’t that life had been idyllic before my mom left us, though I had been told that from the outside it appeared so.  There were certainly fault lines that our home had been built on. Generations of our family, … Continue reading

April 17, 2013
by Rachel Gustafson
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Walking Wounded

It has taken me a long time to recognize how my mother’s leaving impacted my life.  I knew it was painful and that it affected me somehow, but I think it has taken becoming a mother myself to recognize how … Continue reading