Dirty Kitchens and Unmade Beds
Today, I write for three hours straight. I don’t empty the dishwasher, make beds, or think about what I’m going to make for dinner.
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Today, I write for three hours straight. I don’t empty the dishwasher, make beds, or think about what I’m going to make for dinner.
I love putting things in my crock pot, leaving for campus, and returning hours later to dinner. The crock pot performs this secret work all
This morning I read in Exodus 15:20: “Then Miriam the prophetess, Aaron’s sister, took a tambourine in her hand, and all the women followed her
All day, I have that feeling that something amazing is just about to happen. It actually doesn’t matter if something does happen; it’s the feeling
This morning, I consider the strange call to . . . blog. Blogging? What a weird little genre of writing! I remember in Isaiah 30:8
This morning, I rock in my old rocking chair as I read a verse from Colossians 2 about having “all the fullness” of God inside
The word “unswervingly” occurs only once in the whole Bible. It’s in Hebrews 10:23, my theme verse for my new birthday journal. I write this
This morning, a friend delivers a little birthday gift to me relating to the small details. She remembered the particular kind of coffee I love,
Today in class, I repeat my new writing slogan: Don’t Waste One Word. As we finish all the lessons in How to Write with Flair,
We gather in the kitchen to make the annual Halloween Fruit Platter for the class party. It’s tradition now. “What if we did a spider