Panic caused cold chills to rush down my body. Fear disguised itself as anxiety, and within seconds I broke out into a sweat. In that moment, I was convinced I wasn’t going to be okay.
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The Gift Behind the Imperfect Offering
Have you ever received a child’s gift? I remember the glimmer in his eye and the excitement in her smile. The creation-likely made from paper, glue, and love–didn’t carry much market value. B
Infinite Supply: More Than One Way to Be Loved
I am grateful for the reminder: love is not scarce. It’s always flowing–we just need to stay open to its many channels. Sometimes it comes in a wagging tail or wet doggie kiss. Other times, it
Where Love and Forgiveness Meet
We assured her that we loved her and it was okay to let go. We promised to love and take care of each other. With everything we knew to do complete, we said goodnight and went to bed–our final sl
Learning to Live in the Tension
Her words have been echoing through my mind, circling like a gentle but persistent breeze that won’t settle. And I keep asking myself–can that really be true? Can two things be true at once?
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Letting go of Chopsticks: What am I mentally rehearsing?
I played the piano and the clarinet when I was a kid. These days that skill is mostly forgotten–except for a handful of memorized songs I can still peck out on a piano. If I picked up a clarinet
When Life Feels Too Hard
Do you ever get weary? Like the weight of life’s demands is too hard to bear? Have you ever just wanted to quit the endless tasks and responsibilities? I’ve felt it too–the longing for life t
The Sacrifices of Love: small acts, big impact
A speaker I once heard said, “It’s all just theory until you walk in the door at night. That’s the laboratory of life where we get to practice that theory.”
Ambushed by acts of love & kindness
My new puppy, Manney, loves to ambush faces with licks and nips. He’s five months old, and, since the day we met, he always gone straight for the face and neck to offer snuggles. It was sweet at
Who says you can’t go home?
Sometimes we leave a place or a thing only to discover that it really had become home to us. It can be a job or a relationship. It can be a house or a community. The places that we find we belong a