I'm going to interrupt my series documenting my spiritual journey to celebrate something amazing. Today, as I was performing my daily ritual blog-gobbling I discovered something so personal and unexpected that I nearly peed my pants. Chloe, over at Beauty in the Breakdown, has awarded me A Roar for Powerful Words. This is an award that is passed on from blogger to blogger that "aims to celebrate good and powerful writing in the blogosphere."
Chloe, I'm on my second box of kleenex. I think I may be having a heart attack, but if they find me dead you should know that I died deliriously happy. I feel really humbled and honored to be named this way by you. You've played a role in my life that I don't think you'll ever really fully appreciate. It's funny how people who have never met can do that. Thank you. Truly.
And now to pass it on. I think I'll start off by cheating. Most of the really good writers that I follow in blogland have already received this award. So I'm seconding their nominations. Bella, Chloe, Christianne and Kirsten all have been given this award and they all richly deserve it. (Is there an "I've been seconded" icon you can put in your sidebar?) I am hopelessly addicted to their writing and madly in love with each of them.
I feel a kind of giddy power now recognizing that I can pass on this sublime happiness. So without further diddling around, here are the folks I want to recognize for their blog stories:
Tom is ruthlessly transparent and funny as hell. I stumbled onto his blog when I was bored and did a search for people who also liked the movie Run Lola Run. (God is clearly a playful weirdo.) I loved him at once. You will too.
Jen will kill me that I did this (she's very shy), but sometimes you just have to tell the truth no matter how much trouble it brings you. She just finished her medical residency in pediatrics and with her newfound ability to make gobs of money she decided to head off to Haiti to make $100 a month working under the most unimaginably horrible conditions with the sickest kids in the world. The story she is telling with her life just destroys me with its beauty.
Greg has been my friend since I was fourteen and now he's also my pastor. Greg writes theology from his heart and it often earns him the title of "heretic". We always burn the ones we love. I'm so grateful that he is helping me tell my God-story.
Marcia isn't a storyteller in the conventional sense of the word. She speaks through her photography and it gives her a kind of holy perspective. She blogs about Haiti and invites everyone to encounter that place through her lens in ways that my words cannot possibly capture.
There you have it. Now I'll leave you all so I can bask for a while in this yummy joy.