Dear Busy

Dear Busy, We need to talk.  I can see that you need some attention.  But you are begging the wrong person for it.  Maybe you were hoping it wasn’t true, but we broke up.  We’re through.  Over.  Done with. Yes, I think about you now and then.  But I only need small doses of you … More Dear Busy

The Weight of the Waiting

You can almost feel electricity in the air this time of year.  You can see the physical tension between “hurry up” and “wait” hunching everyone’s shoulders as they try to power through.  Billions of people are buzzing around, furiously preparing for something.  Another close of a business year.  Looming family gatherings.  The expectation of a … More The Weight of the Waiting

Breathe

I have asthma.  It’s not super serious – I’ve never actually passed out or wound up in the hospital.  But I have had extreme shortness of breath, causing me to stop everything else just to concentrate on bringing air into my lungs.   I take a daily medication so it doesn’t become critical.  To keep it … More Breathe

It’s Not About Me

I haven’t posted in awhile.  And it doesn’t seem to matter much.  I wanted to worry about that, but I just can’t.  My ego started to protest, claiming that it “means something” and that it must be figured out right away. Was blogging just a phase? Do I want to quit? Do I still not … More It’s Not About Me

Experience Him

Meditation.  I used to picture it as some strange level of peace I would never attain, accomplished through crossed legs and a series of perfectly timed “ohms.”  But then I read a book called Celebration of Discipline by Richard J. Foster.  There is an entire chapter devoted to explaining the concept of Christian Meditation, and … More Experience Him

Busy

Busy. We wear it like a trophy. Fighting for it and empathizing about it simultaneously. We compare schedules like battle scars, equally impressed and saddened by the trauma; feeling less than our peers if our busy doesn’t measure up, tragically wishing for wounds to prove our commitment to the war. The absence of busy threatens … More Busy

Ripping Off Bandages

Guilty pleasures.  It’s an oxymoron that I never stopped to ponder before.   Now in pursuit of a holy life, watching in amazement the positive changes happening in my attitude and my soul, the irony is captivating me.  Why don’t I miss the indulgences I used to crave?   My once favorite TV dramas, greasy meals, … More Ripping Off Bandages

Flowers

My beautiful, precious child. Begging for patience while still clinging to control. Desperate for virtues that will calm your soul. Hoping amid the distractions that I’m still listening. I’m always listening. I send you flowers every day. Millions of flowers.   I scatter them over the earth, impossible to miss. Day after day opportunity slips … More Flowers