Converts to Thoughts and Opinions?
I’m going to try and address a thorny topic today, one that has permeated the public media.
Paradox Puzzle
The gentle breeze tickles my legs, ruffling my gauzy skirt while at the same time, ever so slightly, but rhythmically rocks me in my back porch swing. My two cats languidly stretch out on the adjacent daybed squinting at me in purring approval at my choice about joining them for a morning cup of tea.
Together with Family Again
We recently took a road trip to see family. We crossed several states to see our grandchildren after a long stretch of absence this past year. I was giddy with anticipation as each mile marker whizzed by. We also had the-privilege of stopping at a halfway mark going and coming and visited my husband’s cousins, aunt, and uncle.
Then Sings My Soul
I woke up with a smile on my face today. I must have been dreaming in Arabic, because I was singing in Arabic in my unmusical head the old hymn, “How Great Thou Art.” As I’m sitting here still basking in the gentle reminder of who I am, I consider the circumstances under which the hymn’s author wrote these lyrics, especially while we are experiencing sudden summer storms ourselves.
A Parent’s Touch
Someone once told me that having a child was like having your own heart walk around outside your body. When my children hurt, my heart absorbs that pain and I cry out in prayerful anguish.
My Dad Mirrored in Me
I was talking to my publisher recently and she related to me how her Grandpa’s garden still holds her close. Then she went on to share with me about her grandpa, retelling a story of the two of them in his garden.