Remember a few weeks/months/years ago when I was all like, "Welp, God. My kids are all in school and life is this now, so what do I do with all this time and stuff?" And God sayeth, "ALL THE WORDS."
Read moreCounting the Cost of Loneliness {Dear Sister}
So, it's been awhile. I've let my letters subside in lieu of texts and instant messages, the occasional flashback photo, maybe even a Skype if we're lucky. I admit that in the first few days and months, the things I wanted to tell you...
Read moreOn Lady Friends, #SquadGoals and Becoming a Stayer
Apparently Squad Goals are thing, at least if you're Taylor Swift. (I'll let you guess which one is Taylor in the above photo). I have my own little sort of squad goals (assuming mid-to-ahem-upper thirties is not too old to use such colloquialisms):
Read more10 ways to reconnect with family (when time is running short)
As I write this I’m flying over the big blue ocean, a 4-year-old contentedly playing a LeapPad game next to me, The Secret Life of Walter Mitty showing on the tiniest airplane screen you’ve ever seen. My little sister is getting married, so I’m...
Read moreFaith in the ink of rebellion
I had a boyfriend once, whose thick hoop earring and cross tattoo on his back made him quite the object of fascination among us youth group girls. When I finally got the chance to touch those dark lines, I asked him why he did it, the earring and the tattoo. I thought I knew; he was all hard edges and loud music. But he looked at me with such innocence, "I am a slave to Christ," he said, referencing the Old Testament binding of a slave to his master. The boy with the ring in his ear.
This was how I knew I loved him. Faith in the form of rebellion.
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