Confession: Having kids did not fix me. I was not somehow more whole, less botched-up, or more certain just because I had a kid... I was still me, with all my holes and problems and questions - only now I was also exhausted and had a lot more laundry to do.

— Jerusalem Jackson Greer

Hanging laundry on a line is a very ordinary task. It is as ordinary as scraped knees and lost keys, as fixing the same simple dish for supper again, and again. Ordinary is most days, and Lord helps is if we overlook them.

— Jerusalem Jackson Greer

It is now, at Advent, that I am given the chance to suspend all expectation...and instead to revel in the mystery.

— Jerusalem Jackson Greer

I want to be softened, not stiff. Pliable, not rigid. I don't want anyone to look at my life and think it is perfect or, worse, that I want them to think it is perfect. Instead, I want anything that is unapproachable or harsh in me to be scrubbed away by the salt and the sand, revealing the imperfections, the brokenness, the cracks. Not because I am proud of those parts, but because I know it is real. Like the Skin Horse or the Velveteen Rabbit, I am shabby because I live life, because I am loved, and because it is all work - living and loving and being loved, being transformed, being worn and faded

— Jerusalem Jackson Greer

The thing I love most about Advent is the heartbreak. The utter and complete heartbreak.

— Jerusalem Jackson Greer