Each morning, I give thanks that I have earned a tomorrow, but I’m neither waiting nor wasting. Our present is all we have, and even that is not promised.
I write. I don't always write well, but I write daily. It is exercise. It is worship. It helps encourage the practice of discipline in my writing.
I don't care about your tears. I've been suffering in silence for so long that I've forgotten how to complain.
“You know what I learned about fig trees? The roots are tenacious, even invasive. They do not give up. There’s a testimony there.”
What do you have to lose? Maybe everything, but what if you don't fail?
What if the best days were just ahead of the most bracing you've lived through?
I grew increasingly uncomfortable, feeling the weight of impending doom. The experience started out so well. A Passover with friends, and then,
Have you ever not liked someone you loved? There are challenging relationships that call us to honor our core values. I'm committed to this... And I'll be writing 31 days of Liminality. Join me??
My ancestors, my loves, and my prayers are gathered safely behind a sturdy wooden door. This place is my soul's center.
More and More Gratitude Edition 1. Mama will soon have all her checks in the nest, briefly. 2. They bring tales of their travels, their experiences, their getting on, without us. 3. I do not want them back; but I appreciate having them around. They are no longer babies. 4. They taught me as much …