losing home and finding it
Twelve years ago today, on the 2nd of July 2002, I left home. Not in the rebellious, "I'm-never-coming-back" way, but in the "I'm spending a semester overseas" way. With the ten-hour layover spent dragging my bags up and down the Frankfurt airport terminal and the...
atlas girl
This post is part of the Atlas Girl Blog Tour which I am delighted to be a part of along with hundreds of inspiring bloggers. To learn more and join us, click here. *** Years of anorexia. Disillusionment with the church. A grandmother's suicide. A two-year...
Letter to a New Bride :: Marriage Advice for Newlyweds
Dear newly married bride, You probably don’t remember me. I was behind you in line at the County Clerk’s office the day you picked up your marriage license. I sat in the row of chairs against the wall of windows that let the June sunshine filter in, my...
lost
Linking up once again with the lovely Lisa-Jo Baker for Five-Minute Friday, and this week the prompt is LOST. It was the day after I had flown over an ocean with three kids in tow, the day after we had landed to find her too weak to rise from the couch, the day...
best vacation stories
The High Calling is looking for your best vacation stories! Click here to read about how you can share yours (by the June 28 deadline). In the meantime, here's one of my best stories -- or, at least the one that seems to get repeated most frequently at family...
pass it on
We used to play "Telephone" in elementary school, that game where the first person in the row cups his hand to the ear of the next person, and whispers a message into the waiting listener, who in turn would shift from left to right and whisper what they heard into...
defining grace
It was a balmy, mid-October day in Cape Town, and life was clipping along at its usual, steady beat. The proverbial foot had been lifted from the accelerator long enough to take a Sabbath rest, and we had just returned home from church. I can’t remember if lunch...
introducing …
My friend Bronwyn Lea invited me to do a Writers' Blog Hop with her. A what? Well, I'll explain that in a minute, but first allow me to introduce Bronwyn. You may have met her here before, actually. Exactly a year ago, I re-posted a moving piece of hers...
strength
We lost a good friend this week. One of the best, actually. Head-on collision. Six dead. Just like that, the candle was snuffed out. And the shock, it’s taking a long time to wear off, and I keep thinking, hoping, praying that it will all be just a terrible...
hands
They have her hands. Especially her thumbs. She was ninety years and two generations ahead of them, but they got her genes. And I notice almost every day. When they grasp their pencil and purse their lips in concentration, I see it. When they lean their bony...
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