Weeks ago I noticed complacency surfacing. I know when it’s near because my mind entertains the phrase, Is this it? There must be more. Do you ever wonder the same? By mistake I started praying, God, help me refocus. Help me live like today is my last. Help me like, really really live. With joy and love and a cut-through-the-fat-peace only You offer. …
It started early and ended late. In between…
Tears from a 2 1/2 year old boy who fears every time daddy walks out the door he might not come back- just like his Papa.
Toasted sourdough with nutty, natural peanut butter, honey drizzled in squiggle shapes, creamy coffee washing it down.
There’s been an electric fan whirring inside me most of my life.
Whir, whir…spin, spin. Faster, faster… hurry, hurry!