I was scrambling this week. There was just too much kids and too little me.
Mom, I pleaded on the phone, I’m not going to make it to pick up Alex from dance. Can you grab her? I’m stuck in Pasadena picking up Brooke.
She saved the day, grabbing my youngest and bringing her home. We had arrived home at about the same time. I gave my youngest a quick squeeze and then turned to give my mama a “you totally saved me today” gi-normous hug.
“Oh honey, I love your hair, ” my mom gushed. Continue reading
Well, it’s time…
“What! Didn’t you just get back and now you are leaving again?”
Yes, yes I did.
Yes, yes I am. Continue reading
I know I said I would share Musaed’s story on my next post, but I lied. Okay, I didn’t really lie. I started it and am working on it, but I need to write this first.
I was at the gym this morning, a wonderful place to be after having four straight days with my little team. I love them, like crazy love them, but don’t we all need breaks, dear sisters? And I, was in desperate need of a little sweaty time where I could just stick on my music and not think. No thinking, just sweating. Continue reading
Well, we arrived safely in Kolkata and there is something about this place, like a piece of art.
The hues are rich and vibrant, buildings of lime green and rusted orange, sari’s of fuchsia and yellows. This has to be one of my favorite places on earth. So full of life. Beauty.
Oh, yes the poverty is here. Make no mistake, there is no missing that, but there is beauty as well. I suppose that is all life, dear sisters, room for poverty- physical poverty- poverty of spirit- poverty of finances- and beauty- beauty in the world around us- beauty in life- beauty in laughter.
Poverty. Beauty. Dwelling side by side. Continue reading
And then God decides to show up (Part 2)
We made our way into John’s office where we were joined by other staff members, sweet girls and one young man, whose names I will hold close.
He turned to me, explaining that today we would begin with a small devotion time, 5-10 minutes and then they will prayer over me and I would go with one of the staff members to walk and prayer through the brothel.
Nice. A plan. Structure. I love it. Did I mention I love agendas, like love love love agendas? They make me so happy. I know, crazy right? Continue reading
The words didn’t even register. Continue reading