I am afraid of bugs…but I hope ladybugs and butterflies find my yard a great place to spend their time. I am afraid of heights…but I hope to ride in a hot-air balloon one day. I am afraid of the dark…but I hope the power will go out sometimes, so I can have an excuse to surround myself with…
My birthday was a couple of days ago, pointing out not only the fact that I am another year older, but also that it has been a year since I last wrote on my blog…not for lack of time, or ideas, or desire. Last year’s birthday was a wakeup call for me, and not exactly the kind that kicks you…
The first thing that comes to mind when I ponder the word distance is loss. I think of the distance between me and the people I love who are no longer with me. My Grandma Laila, who died when I was nineteen, was the person who taught me what unconditional love looks like. I never disappointed her. She always looked…
At the sight of his tears I tore out of the crowded conference room like I was suddenly hit with the realization that I was naked. I had to escape. For he would not let me comfort him in the way I longed to and I knew he would be confused and overwhelmed at the sight of the tears welling…
I have the gift of being naïve. Now I realize that naiveté is not featured as a spiritual gift in Scripture, but I would argue that it is a gift from God none the less, for He has used that gift in enormous ways in my life. This most vividly came into play about ten years ago. I had always…
Being a 41-year-old single girl who would love nothing more than to be married to a fabulous, devoted husband, there is one question that strikes a nerve every time it is presented to me. No, it is not “How come a wonderful woman like you hasn’t been snatched up?” …or some variation of that question. The inquiry I hate above all…
Last night I had a dream about falling in love with a gorgeous, charming acupuncturist who swept me right off my feet. Why on earth I was going to see an acupuncturist I have no idea, because although I am curious about and believe in the possible benefits of acupuncture I have never taken part in the practice. It just…
It may be an odd thing to admit, but fancy, shiny teapots frighten me. Their mere presence can make me uncomfortable and trigger feelings of unworthiness and insignificance. Their gleam beckons me to stare at them, but their apparent perfection warns me to stay away, be careful not to get to close…and touching is out of the question! I find…