The past two days I've been gently reminded of how well I'm loved. When I got to work yesterday, my coworker gave me a bag of super fun stuff her daughter procured for me. It had a funko Pop figurine of my favorite character from my favorite show (Tina from Bob's Burgers), several temporary tattoos … Continue reading Email, gift cards, and pink bunny ears
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To my university: A Eulogy
Working with children for the past 11 or so years, I have heard my share of "that's not fair!". And, in a "teachable moment" retort, I've said, "Life isn't fair all the time" without giving much, if any, thought to the weight that statement carries. Life isn't fair. And I only hate that life isn't … Continue reading To my university: A Eulogy
Just like that. . .
It's funny how things change. It's like they change like you fall asleep. . .slowly, then all at once. Just 3 months ago, I was happy. I was happy with my job and my church. And then, just like that, something changed. Oh, I'm still happy with my job and my church, but now, just … Continue reading Just like that. . .
Independence, hospitality, community, and saying yes
I'm moving this week. A family from my church has a garage apartment that I'm renting. They're super people and very hospitable, and have opened their own home to me -- not just their garage. Other people's hospitality and generosity are often really hard for me to accept. The defiant toddler rears her head and … Continue reading Independence, hospitality, community, and saying yes
Psalm 18:19
"He brought me into a broad place; he rescued me because he delighted in me" Psalm 18:19 I have a wooden plaque on my desk with this verse burned on its surface, made by a dear friend after I was hired at HPPC. A constant reminder of where I've been in contrast to where I … Continue reading Psalm 18:19
Just play
When we treat children's play as seriously as it deserves, we are helping them feel the joy that's to be found in the creative spirit. It's the things we play and the people who help us play that make a great difference in our lives. -- Mr. Rogers I love to play. My third favorite thing to … Continue reading Just play
Just a good, good Father.
I like to pretend that I am in complete control of my life. I know when and where to take my car for basic maintenance. I know how to troubleshoot issues when my internet goes out. I know to look both ways when I cross the street. I know what time I need to leave … Continue reading Just a good, good Father.
The day between
"For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God." (2 Cor. 5:21) Friday: The curtain is torn. Grace has won. Saturday: The cross is empty. The tomb is sealed. . . . It seems that death has won. Saturday -- … Continue reading The day between
April 15, 2015
On April 15, 2015, I chopped all my hair off. Not like Britney Spears 2007 off, but off. In one fell swoop (literally), my long, thick hair was gone. I had one side shaved really close, and one side hung down to my chin, and the back was stacked. It was a fun 'do and … Continue reading April 15, 2015
An open letter to my 18-year-old self
. . . not that she would listen. . . October, 2004 (ok, so you're 17, for those playing at home) You're going to audition for a spot in the Southeast Texas Youth Orchestra (because Mr. Stone told you to) with a busted lip (occupational hazard). It will hurt and it will bleed. . .a … Continue reading An open letter to my 18-year-old self