My mind gets lost in the sea of candles just flickering off to the right. There are so many prayers. I think of my own throughout the day and see rose gardens everywhere I walk.Read More
Fix-it Frankie and I hung out yesterday, and I realize that I may sound schizophrenic... You may have a "fix-it" alter-ego, too, perhaps. Instead of turning to God in prayer, I let my mind go wild with problem solving. To an extent it is fun and one of my gifts, but when I rely on my own strength is when it becomes self-destructive and a not fun place to be.Read More
I do not want to like waiting. I want to talk all about the journey and fast forward to the end. If I did that, though, I would miss the whole thing... all the fun... Ferris Bueller running around Chicago with his best friends. Ask Lindy and me about when I attempted to ditch school senior year of high school.Read More
Although I feel quite ordinary this Sunday afternoon, I feel as if I were on the brink of something quite extraordinary. I have been reading through various writings from the past few months, and I knew that this journey was coming. I knew that I would be weary, and I knew that it would be hard. How strange it is to already know the end of the journey, as well. I am just as curious as to where what shall happen. It could be everything or absolutely nothing, but is that not the best thing to do with a friend: everything and nothing and just be.
During this time of waiting, wait with me in Ireland. I think that is where I shall go this week. Wake up and go get your converse. We are going on an adventure in this Advent.Read More