All Posts By: Byron McCoy

               I slept through into the sun this morning.  This doesn’t happen often, and when it does, almost always, I sleep alone.  I don’t know why this is, only that it’s so.                Bridgette and Audrey stayed north last night for a volleyball tournament early this morning.  Two days ago, I planned to go, but […]

               I ran this morning (or something I’d call close to such).  I can’t tell you the last time I have.  There was a time when I was good about it.  Such time has been a while.                I was angry.  I was frustrated.  I knew my spirit and energy were wrong, and feelings—like problems—don’t […]

               I logged on again today to start my morning—computer and not on phone.  Again, just as yesterday—the only post I saw—receiving of a message:                “Each generation is converted by the saint who contradicts it most.”—G.K. Chesterton                It begs to question.  What is our generation?  What defines it?  What embodies it?  Toward what […]

               I went on Instagram this morning.  I used a computer and not my phone because it is the phone that sucks and keeps me in (and just like that, I begin to rationalize and seek reason and justification for why I did what I did—when trying not to—signs of a struggle enough).                The […]

               God is calling me to be quiet.  A week into Lent, I’ve given little up—but still I hear God call, discerning what He asks.                God is calling me to be quiet, to silent and separate from noise and distractions that take away from life and days.                 I chase cheap dopamine rewards.  I […]