Journeying Home Together
This is a snapshot I took of myself before leaving for church yesterday morning. It doesn’t look exceptional to you, probably, but to me it represents a major victory. The clothes I wore were the first thing I saw when I opened my closet. They were also the very same clothes I had worn to church the week before. That was huge. Huge. I really cannot even tell you how
I loved my fourth grade teacher. Mrs. Harris was funny and kind and so smart. She was tall and beautiful and always wore trendy clothes – always looked, to me, more like a model than the teacher of multiplication tables and the scientific method. So when word got back to me that Mrs. Harris had said that I “always look(ed) so nice,” I was over the moon. You see, my
For the past decade or so, around this time every year, the question has begun buzzing around my community and circle of friends: “What are you giving up for Lent?” The question has always been a hard one for me. Though I grew up in the church, the idea of fasting for the forty days prior to Easter was a relatively new one to me when I began walking –
