Yesterday I took the laundry out of the washing machine and was faced with the consequences of my reckless stupidity: I hadn’t checked for tissues in pockets before loading the machine… the carpet ended up a total mess… Then my … Continue reading
So I’m sitting there and listening to a bunch of people talking about the parable of the Good Samaritan and I’m seeing them getting tangled in all kinds of what if this and what about that and they’re totally missing … Continue reading
I was standing by the back door and looking at a tree. Specifically: at a little branch, with spring buds, in the gentle sunlight. My heart ached with the beauty of what I was seeing, and I felt: I’d love to share this beauty with people online, but I know I can’t. I can take a picture and share that (and for what it’s worth, here it is) but the picture won’t do it justice. Even if I edit it on Snapseed or whatever – it still won’t really show the beauty that I saw.
And words can’t do it either, even though I’m good with words.
And I thought: it’s a bit like Continue reading
taking a break from essay preparation because I just realised why I’m hating it so much and what I really deeply need to do right now. It’s a bit like taking a break from, say, sorting through a pile of … Continue reading
I got up this morning and decided to do something I hadn’t done in ages – a less hurried way of doing breakfast, starting my day in a more leisurely way after a busy week, allowing myself the luxury of … Continue reading
A few days ago I got into a conversation with someone online about my faith – so far, so normal for me :) – and this person accused me of being a willing slave to God. Yes, I am, I … Continue reading
Last night I wrote about not feeling ok but being ok with that. I was overwhelmed by the grace I’d received from God and from my pastor during the week, and with knowing how underserved it is. Knowing I’m a … Continue reading
a good friend asked. she could see that I wasn’t ok, as a good friend can when they look at your face and see you’re close to tears. is there anything I can do, she asked. I said no, not … Continue reading
My mother once told me about her frustrating attempts to teach my brother not to touch the electric socket when he was a small inquisitive boy. She even tried play acting – pretending to touch it herself and make dramatic … Continue reading