“How are you doing over there, Andrea?” A friend of my parents turns to me and asks. We are seated at a long table in a restaurant, surrounded by my parents and a handful of their friends. We’ve just come from a Good Friday service. I smile and respond that I’m doing well. “I’m just… Continue reading “You don’t have to wait for the End. I am, right now, Resurrection and Life.”
We are more than a week into spring where I live. Yet the ground is still frozen, trees and bushes are covered in snow, car bumpers are lined with icicles, the wind blows strong and cold. It’s been 3 weeks since the young man at our church passed away suddenly. I found myself on my… Continue reading This is close
My husband has a nice little habit of dropping his clothes on the floor rather than putting them away. Through conversation amongst other married friends, I have discovered how popular this habit is. It used to be a major pet peeve of mine, being the neater person of the two of us. I would watch the pile grow… Continue reading Just a pile of clothes
When my husband and I got married we were given a picture that read “Home is where your story begins”. We hung it above the cupboards in the little apartment we moved into after the wedding. I thought the picture was tacky, to say the least. But my husband had carefully done the measuring and… Continue reading Home is…where?
Happy Valentine’s Day, lovelies 🙂 When I was a little girl I loved Valentine’s Day. I would plan my outfit carefully, with as much pink mixed in as I could find. I’d spend hours filling out valentine after valentine to give away. My friends and I would take loads of pictures of ourselves at school, giddy… Continue reading In the Name of Love
Not all those who wander are lost. – J.R.R. Tolkien (The Lord of the Rings) When my husband bought a sailboat last summer we all told him to take sailing lessons. “Are you crazy?” We’d all say when he refused. “Of course you need to take lessons!” Instead, he got on the sailboat with a… Continue reading The Beauty of Wandering
Home is calling. I don’t know where I am going. I don’t know how long it will take. I don’t know if I am wrong or if I am right. But something is calling me home. My heart is listening and hearing a song. A melody leading me home. I gaze up at the stars.… Continue reading Home is calling