Our relationship started with the idea of Cinderella – a one liner about the need to get back to clearing cinders from the fireplace. It was a lovely whirlwind, and I was convinced I had finally met my prince – especially on the day that he invited me to, of all things, a Ball. Yes, …
Mid-life dream chaser, missionary in training, practicing author, tiny house groupie, and opinion smorgasbord.
Grace is a Gift
He stood in his doorway, an old man sobbing like a small child, a millionaire baffled over a $5 can of mixed nuts. A gift, for no reason other than an expression of care, was beyond comprehension for this successful businessman and world traveller. He understood trade well. Much of his money was gained by …
A Lesson in Grace
The budget wasn’t lining up. Tapping into the last dregs of my savings accounts would drain them dry in a matter of months. It would take only minutes, if I chose to clear off the credit cards, again. Something needed to shake loose, and one hour before I made a drastic move, it did. God …
Two Rounds with a Toaster Oven
Last week, I picked a fight with a toaster oven. As the hearty scrubbing was about to begin, someone came to its rescue with distracting conversation. A few days later, I gathered reinforcements. Each time I saw the oven, I would silently declare “I’m coming back for you”. It didn’t know me well enough to …
Three Ways to Praise
My parents, because they are parents and love me, are rather obsessed with my safety. This isn’t entirely a bad thing, as it motivated them to dress me warmly, keep me from danger, and counsel me about people, places, and driving habits. Now that I’ve been driving for 30 years, Mom still can’t resist the …