Lately, I’ve been remembering. Someone close to me is walking a path I’m all too familiar with so I’ve been her “person.” I’m the one she calls when she’s spiraling. The one she calls when she’s processing. The one she calls when she needs safe ears to absorb all the cuss words. I’ve heard that … More Marking the Moments.
Once upon a time I thought I’d be a world traveller. I’d join the Peace Corps or spend my life on the mission field. I’d build schools and teach in them. I’d learn languages and cultures and all about the people. I’d teach them and they’d teach me about their customs and traditions and what … More On Change.
Sobering, yet exciting. Awful, yet awesome. Overflowing with regret, yet bursting with anticipation. Every year, during Holy Week, I wrestle with these dichotomies as the days tick down to my single favorite holiday of them all–Easter. Christmas is welcomed after endless months of planning, and running, and wrapping. Thanksgiving comes after days of cooking and baking. … More The Promise.
my anchored life: 