A milestone: The siblings taught me how to ride a bike today! Advertisements
i. When you sit really close to the front of the room, you can see people’s hands tremble as they perform. You see the way they steel themselves before they step up to the microphone, hear the subtle dips in faltering voices. You catch these glimpses of actual human beings, mustering up the courage to…
This is the kind of tired when it feels like the exhaustion has crept into your bones and weighs you down like lead. Last week we discovered that our two-week trip to South Asia is most definitely happening after all. I am looking forward to this new adventure, but it also means cramming two weeks’…
I had an unexpected conversation with my orthodontist a week ago. A real conversation, set off by an honest question that I chose to return with an equally honest answer. She offered to drive me home after our appointment, and we spent the car ride sharing, well, battle scars.
Today, what I’d intended to be a quick fifteen-minute run to grab groceries turned into an hour spent staring at paintings in a local art exhibit at the mall.
The stories that we tell shape our worldview. When someone asks us what our stories are, what do we say? How do we tell them? The ways that we tell and re-tell our personal narratives informs our identity, as well as how we see and interact with the world.
As part of our retreat two weeks ago, and as a spiritual formation exercise, my friends and I went on a contemplative walk on the shores of Lake Apo in Bukidnon.
AB says there are portions of Bukidnon that look very similar to the land in Kenya and Rwanda.
There are just days you wake up and know that a new page in your life has turned. You can’t really articulate it at first, but you feel that things are different.