Last night, oh last night, how much I love you. After twenty-six months home with her new family our daughter, despite her abusive and traumatic past, voiced her wish to go with her dad as he made a quick detour to the local hardware store. We were out on a typical grocery run, where we… Continue reading “I go with Papa”
Today’s post continues what I began with my last post. It’s not helpful to give you a hazy illustration from my life. Doggie poo imagery is not enough. We want more, man! I hear ya. This is why people keep pounding out memoirs. We eat this stuff up. Me most of all. Tell me the woes… Continue reading Meditate
I can’t tell you how much I don’t want to coöperate with my new personal trainer. Yes, I can. Oh! let me tell you how much I DON’T WANT TO DO IT. Any of it. I want to read about it and learn the technical terms for each part of my body and how they… Continue reading Choosing Responsive Obedience When Really, You Just Want to Nap
“I just think our life would be so much more exciting if we realized just how much God is involved.”- Joyce Meyer We received unwelcome news from two fronts right on the heels of the marathon song replay experience and then the fantastic messenger incident. This is, of course, with regard to the big elephant… Continue reading will it ever end?
I enjoy crossing that line into the melodramatic, don’t I? A season fraught with cold, bitter winds I wrote. OOOOOOO. What does she mean? What HAPPENED? We will get there, but first: Do you remember the beginning paragraph of the last post? The one where I said how I didn’t care about hiding away in fear of… Continue reading the strangest, most fantastic of messengers
“Patience is everything”- Rainer Maria Rilke Good ole F & P: faith and patience. Together they are kind of like the early bird. They get the worm. Or so I’m told. I wouldn’t know this from personal experience since I haven’t spent enough time in either zone. Like a crockpot, I get to cook a… Continue reading F & P
I have a pattern of writing and then retreating. We’ve talked about this. Mostly, I keep to myself the THING that happened to rock my little boat and pull me back out with the tide. Usually, it’s the kind of life stuff that would just be a drag for others to read. It’s better to… Continue reading When Lightning Strikes