Listen, Watch, and Choose
Look how broccoli flourishes in the dead of winter in Texas! It’s its time and season to do so. I know it sounds silly, but today, I’m grateful for broccoli!
What’s in a Name?
February is the shortest month of the year, but because of it being in the middle of winter, it tends to be dark and moody. We ache for someone, something, to call our name and jar us out of the gloominess. Sometimes we need to be called out of our dreariness and startled into the promise of tomorrow.
Is Silence a Legit Answer
Silence is an answer to prayer, if we allow ourselves to recognize it as such. Visualize a time when you were frantically launching prayer darts at God demanding immediate answers and solutions. Did you compulsively zero in on one circumstance after another asking yourself, “is that a sign? No. Over there, that’s a sign! Wait a minute, I think this is a sign.”
Stop! Reclaim your peace.
Wake Up to your Passion
I come to the Garden Alone is my theme song, my personal anthem. Early morning is my favorite time of the day and strolling my garden paths alone at dawn, sipping my first cup of jasmine green tea, is the perfect start to any new day for me.
Who Me? A Slave
A show I enjoy watching features two men crisscrossing the country picking through people’s barns, attics, and storage units searching for treasures. I was gobsmacked, shocked during one episode of barn exploration when a massive pulley system revealed an equally massive yoke hanging from the rafters of a dilapidated barn. My mind went immediately to a picture of the poor farm animals standing obediently under this pulley system, waiting docilely and habitually for this yoke to be lowered onto their necks and backs.
What makes you. . .you?
This morning, I needed to feel smarter than myself, so I tuned into “Ted Talks” on my morning walk. It thumped through my earbuds with each step, step, step around my neighborhood. The featured scientist was explaining “what makes us. . . us?” He predictably started with the acronym DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid). Boom! I had a flashback to Mrs. Rigby’s 9th-grade biology class at ACS (American Community School) in Beirut, Lebanon.