“Screaming” Prayers
I woke last Sunday morning with an old hymn running through my head. However, I only remembered the words in Arabic, the worship language of my childhood.
Home Comings and Goings
We’re all just walking each other home. The month of October has been a blur of going home, coming home, and feeling at home!
That “Peachy” Something
I chuckled to myself as I cut up a whole perfect peach into the bottom of my breakfast bowl before sprinkling a bit of cereal on top. A “peachy” childhood memory floated to the top of my consciousness.
Happy Anniversary
We met in 1961 at the port in Beirut, Lebanon, but we got to know each other in the sandbox at the Beirut Baptist School (BBS).
Parched and Oh, so Very Thirsty
My soul is mirroring my parched and weary garden.
Back to School Without a Stick
I read a meme shared by a teacher on Facebook. If a child on the playground found a stick and was going around hitting other children, would you give all the other children sticks to defend themselves, or would you take away the one stick?