I’ve been in school more than three quarters of my life. That’s a long time. It really starts to wear on a person’s spirit, being in school that long. I love learning. It is a beautiful, wonderful thing. I just do not like school. The longer I am in it, the less I enjoy being …
Let me tell you a story about what’s been happening in my life recently. This story begins a long time ago, when I was a little girl. Really, though, the most important background information you need to know is that I always was incredibly shy. I suffered from timidity, and, starting in fifth grade, I …
http:// “Forgiveness can be given when you think it can’t, ’cause with every passing second comes a second chance.” Thus claims this song by Relient K, one of my favorite bands ever. An interesting thing about songs is how accepting we are of their lyrics as truth. Someone writes a song and claims that …
Beyond the veil, the Maker waits, Adorned in shining yellow light. An inner sanctuary bright, Sweet balm that every longing sates. Before the veil, I stand and gaze And long to venture toward His side, To never feel the need to hide– But I’m a wretch of sinful ways. Then to my right …
A while ago, I wrote about a bush in my backyard that I pruned to be shaped like a heart, a bush which became sort of a metaphor for my heart. You can read that post here. I’ve learned another lesson from my heart bush that I wanted to share with you. Over the winter, …
“If you’re worried and you can’t sleep, just count your blessings instead of sheep and you’ll fall asleep counting your blessings” (Bing Crosby, “Count Your Blessings (Instead of Sheep)”). I’m not sure exactly why this song just popped into my head, but I am very glad it did. I recently realized that I’ve been complaining …
This poem is about those times when you drift away from God and, by the time you realize it, you feel like there’s no way you can get back to Him. Then He comes and brings you back without you having to do it all yourself. Or, it’s kind of about those times you lose …
Home is a concept that has long interested me. The word carries with it strong connotations of physical places. “I’m going home,” one says after a long day at work. “I’m coming home,” one says to family as a holiday approaches. But what does it mean? An old adage says, “Home is where the heart …
“Follow Me,” I hear Him say, “and choose the troubled life. You’ll have no place to call your home, no people, and no wealth; Wherever you go, I promise you, your acquaintance will be rife With those who hate, despise you, and even plot your death. You’ll have no pride, no self-esteem, for truly will …
Despite what the title would lead you to believe, this post will not contain any rejoicing over the outcome of today’s election–nor, hopefully, will it contain any bashing of the president or American citizens. (Tangent: I have to admit, I love thinking up titles that suggest a meaning opposite of the content which they represent …