My friends and I also played the dot game. Any scrap of paper filled with lines of dots started the fun. Each player would take a turn drawing a line between dots. Once four lines were drawn to com
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The Glass-Like Lake: Choosing to Get Un-Disturbed
I flipped the page on the daily calendar and read the words: “Try to find a place where you are surrounded by the sounds of nature-a waterfall, the beach, a bird sanctuary, a place where the bamb
When Anxiety Knocks, Love Answers
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.
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, itâ
Half-Full: A Practice, Not a Personality
The adage about the glass being half-full or half-empty is well-worn. When I look at a glass of water, I want to see that it is half-full. Yet in life, I often find myself reacting with a half-empt
Walking the Alley: a more honest view
The other day, I chose to walk down the alley instead of the street. Skipping the manicured lawns and curated curb appeal, I saw the neighborhood from a completely different perspective.
Finding Hope in Perpetual Intermission
I made a mistake. I watched Wicked, the movie, before seeing the musical. What I didn’t realize at the time is that the film only tells the first half of the story. The second half will be releas
A Delayed Start and a Beautiful Reminder
It’s camping season, and I love everything about it. From the open road on the way to a new destination to the quiet evenings around a campfire, this time of year always feels restorative.
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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