Travel can be a real bug-a-boo. Engaging in it takes you to where you want or need to be. Parts of it, though, are sincerely un-fun. Fortunately, I am a person who can find something enjoyable to focus on to keep travel from being totally hated. I LOVE to fly. Once I’m through security I
The Dark House on Our Street
There are 13 houses on our cul-de-sac. They are all beautiful houses. At Christmastime the homeowners go all out. It’s the type of street I used to seek out. I used to love driving around looking at Christmas lights. I used to judge harshly the homeowners in the gorgeous neighborhoods who didn’t participate in all
A Particularly Formidable Foe
I went on a movie date this weekend with my Hubby Guy. We saw a preview for a new movie with Rebel Wilson called “Isn’t It Romantic”. In the movie her character gets injured and wakes up in a parallel universe where her life is a romantic comedy. I gotta say… that sounds pretty good
Life’s Marks
This morning the pastor asked a question. He asked, “When was the last time you cried, what was the reason?”. It was easy to answer the question because I had cried just a few minutes prior to him asking. Yesterday some friends returned home from the mission field. I’ve not seen them in person in
Our Own Prisons Part II
I made the point in part 1 that often our dreams for the future are really just our way of trying to right the injustices of our youth. The drive to “prove them all wrong” or “have what I deserve” drowns out our actual purpose. We trick ourselves into believing that is all life is