My plane. My children and BWIMH. My heart. My plane is parked on a rain-slicked tarmac as the pilot waits . . . and waits . . . for permission to take off. My children and Boyfriend-Who-is-My-Husband are back at home by now, taking a unified stab at life-without-Mom. They’ll do well, but it will […]
Someone once said I live a charmed life. I’m not sure, even now, how to respond to that except to laugh. It’s not a bitter laugh, but it would’ve been once upon a time. My childhood bordered on blissful, if you discount the fact that I’ve always been hard-headed. I was loved fully and unconditionally, […]
For me, missions was the ultimate bait and switch. God didn’t bait me; He called me. I, unfortunately, have to own up to baiting myself. My own deliriously wrong expectations of Life-as-a-Missionary were the culprits. I think this happens often. God is clear in His design, in His plan. And we precious, finite humans figure […]
At lunch today, the conversation was exponentially better than the meal. Don’t get me wrong. The meal was great. I’m quite the chef. Anyhoo, several of us had cleared out to take care of after-lunch duties, and I sat alone with Short Son, munching on salad. I said, “Hey, of all the things and people […]
I fret over the beginning of my novel. I’m not alone in this. Most writers I know shoulder burdens labeled in big block letters: The First Line. The First Paragraph. The First Page. Why? Because we’ve got a limited amount of time to make an impression that says, “Keep reading. You need to know what […]
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