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…