My faith is important to me. Or, let me clarify; my God is important to me. So much of what I talk about, busy myself with, learn about, surround myself with...etc is connected to my faith and my relationship with God. To be honest, it's the thing I am most passionate about. I LOVE to talk about God with others. I love sitting about and sharing faith stories and pulling apart a verse from the Bible. I love hearing other's insight into what that verse is teaching them. I'm a pretty laid back, even keeled person - but when conversations turn to God - I get excited. I remember the first time I realized that talking about God and being comfortable with that, excited even was on my very first mission trip as a teenager. I was 15 and we were in a community center at a homeless shelter in Boston. As a young child and teenager and sometimes even now - I tended to be very quiet and shy. At school I was not the one raising m...
It's a new year and to be honest, I love new beginnings. I love finishing off things - like the cereal box or a notebook.. - anyone else get some satisfaction over using something up? But I also love the start of things... beginning of the school year, the starting of a new program, the first page of a new book - there is something so Hopeful about new beginnings. And this new year is not without that Hope. Last year I joined the movement (per se) of choosing a word of the year. That word was Believe. This year I have wondered if I'd have a word again. Tossing around lots in my head - but nothing seemed to settle with me. Then.. it came. Written at the end of a talk I'm doing for a MOP's group next week. I talk about Surrendering. And no - that's not my word, although it's a good one! I end my talk by saying that Surrendering brings HOPE. And I read it again, and it resonated with me. No...
I want to remember these days of him learning to play the violin. The squeaky notes, the look on his face as he concentrates, every time he hits a wrong note and he stops and says nope and then corrects the note. I want to remember it all. Even if there are days where it's not pretty, where my ears hurt because always my heart wants to burst and my eyes laugh. Because he's learning and he is taking pride in that. I want to remember how his face looked when he concentrated. The way he named the notes out loud and hummed the tune as he played. I want to remember the way his lips were crooked when he focused. The sweetness of working hard. I want to remember his eye lashes and all his freckles and the roundness of his face. And that indentation in his chin which is just like his daddy's chin and his nagi papa's (grandfather) chin. The way it creases in there and makes his lips look more full. I want to re...
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