Childhood Memory End of a chapter or the beginning to an end? It depends. The world is full of people who lived Or are living Childhood. The hoods scream at the children who are grown adults Don’t forget about me like I knew you would! Reeling at the neurons to fire more! Hippocampus? You’re on my time Do you hear…
Seasons come and go, and friendships form and end, but they also change. These last few months, I’m reminded of how important friendships are. Growing up, two friends who lived up the street from me were practically the air I breathed. I couldn’t go very long without talking to them, otherwise it felt like something was not right in my…
In the book of Isaiah, we read the astounding words from the prophet Isaiah, who God chose to deliver hope and warnings. In times of despair and gloominess, the prophet Isaiah tells Israel to sing. What does singing do for you? Are you happier when you sing? How do you feel after singing a song out loud by yourself? “Sing,…
The waves of the Indian Ocean in Maasai Mara, Kenya are growing further and further away. Tears of grief that wash upon the shore, only to recede quickly back into the vast waters. Deep calls out to deep, and my heart is swelling up into a balloon sized vessel, reaching up to my throat. I’m afraid that when I open…
Depression is a serious matter. Once in awhile, my tears remind me that I’m not here for my purpose, but for God’s. Yet, my mind is a battlefield of mines. I’m trying to not step on them. “You’re worthless. You’re just another knot on his belt…another accomplishment.” The evidence for this? None. These are the consequences from my past experiences….
When I went into teaching, it was an invitation and a challenge. But a calling? Searching for what I would do with my life, or my calling, started when I went to college and everyone asked, “What’s your major?”, or, “What are you going to do when you graduate?”. Four and a half years later ended me up with a…
Enough. Such a tough word to conjure up as a woman, especially when it comes to motherhood. Yet, when I put my identity into being a mom, then the pressure of having kids and the message that I’m not enough is an empty pit that I’ll never fill unless it happens. I’m enough with or without kids because my identity…
Why am I so exhausted? It is only the second week of school! The school year has been abrupt. Mostly, the difficulty lies in keeping and finding paraprofessionals to support students with severe special needs in the classroom. The math is simple: when the number of one-on-one students outnumber the paras, it does not come as a surprise that one…
The Lord works in mysterious ways. That is an understatement. The moment life seems to be going swimmingly well, a current wipes you out…taking your breathe away as you lay facedown. After talking with social workers about a week ago, John and I were holding onto the possibility of taking in two kids under the age of two. Then, a…
Recently, some dear friends indulged me in conversation about love, romance and marriage. For these women, once they have children, their husbands no longer call to ask how they are doing. Their children are at the center. Oh, and they do have children. In their culture, bearing children is practically a requirement. Before children, (B.C.) she spent the majority of…