The last thing I feel like doing right now is writing. I can’t explain it except to say I ain’t feeling it. Nope. Not at all. I would rather have a root canal than be typing. I have been feeling this way for sometime and thus the absence of posts…
but I have this thought that keeps gnawing at me. Do you ever have that- a thought- that you really wish would leave you alone, but it keeps coming up again and again and again, so much so to the point that you start to wonder what is God up to? Continue reading
So I’m slightly obsessed with the Human of New York page on Facebook. I think it’s my love of story. My love of life. It allows me little pockets into lives I will never know.
Some make me smile. Others are simply amusing. My favorites are those that move me to tears, tears of the beauty that I see or the ache of a pain I know well.
Every now and then I run across one that sticks with me, like this one above. There was something about it. It spoke to me. I can’t tell you what it was, but this feeling just hit my gut, something deep within me. Depth. A depth my eyes couldn’t see, but my heart could feel. Continue reading
This week I am working in Managua, Nicaragua.
I love working here.
I feel the same whenever I travel to third world countries.
It resets me.
Reminds me. Continue reading
I am having one of those days.
You know, the kind where you feel like you are fighting.
Fighting for more. Fighting for purpose. Fighting for life. Continue reading
Oh dear sisters,
I must share.
I found myself in the car yesterday, going through the drive-through at Starbucks.
They just put in a drive through about 2.75 blocks from my house. It’s quick and it’s close. . . Dangerous. Just totally dangerous.
It was one of the rare moments I had no one in the car. Silence. Continue reading
I have decided that when I get the chance to introduce you to someone I’m going to use this title… Sitting with sacred
because that’s what it is. Sacred. Beautiful. Continue reading
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