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
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
Lord, I feel that am I to keep writing, but I am not sure what I am to say…
Just start writing, dear one, and see what flows out. (Lord)
What pours out of me… Continue reading