Defeated by my Dryer

My appliances are ganging up on me. They must plot at night to see the best way to derail my carefully laid plans. There’s no other explanation for it. ACT I – Characters and Conflict Introduced  Two weeks ago, my year-old dryer unexpectedly quit working. After three hours of trying to dry one load of laundry, I…

Pile of Beans

Life is tough. Grief is real. Blocked goals abound in life. Though it comes in many forms– broken relationships, missed opportunities, or dashed expectations — we are confronted with a life that is not the way we thought it would be. So what do I do when I am confronted with this feeling? Do I bottle up…

Va Bene

Officially my favorite Italian phrase, va bene means, “It’s going good” and could be substituted for “sounds good” in a typical English sentence. It is decidedly how I describe our trip to Italy. Va bene. It was good. It was life changing. It showed me a people and a culture in a way I never…

Running into Lessons

In my previous post, I described my heart imploding in loneliness like a dying star after my last race. I was spent physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I felt like I had nothing left to give. I had to be brought low in order to be open to what I was supposed to learn. Here’s what…

Canoes and Kayaks

During one particularly lonely and tear-filled night, my comfort came from an unexpected phrase which kept popping up in my mind. “Everybody suffers.” You might be wondering how that is at all comforting. But, to me, it means that life is full of suffering and struggle this side of Heaven. Everyone suffers. Single or married.…

New Fluffy Town

“I’ve decided that adulthood is overrated. If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my blanket fort eating Bugles from my fingertips and watching a movie.” This was a meme that was passed around through cyberspace not so long ago. But we made it come true! Last weekend, one of my roommates felt the need to…

Lonely Sundays

I have attacks of loneliness. They almost always happen on Sundays. I am not sure why. I love and am loved by my church body. I can sit with many different friends and families. It looks as if I’m included. But I often have this fear when entering the worship center. My eyes dart wildly,…