Dear One in the sky and in my heart, What is your plan? I would really like to know. The thing is, it’s hard work trusting you right now. Why that is, I’m not sure. Probably because I am a tiny speck and I never really understand what’s going on. It’s not like you’ve EVER …
I can see it faintly through the cracks. An ache to be more like them. It’s a longing for the carefree-fall-into-bed-exhausted-but-happy days of childhood, but it’s also more. My boys teach me by example that it’s better to just DO life instead of planning it to the hilt. Life should be an expression of our …
For the love. For the love of authenticity and discovering FEAR as a friend and digging deep and UNEARTHING our truest selves and seeing GOD in life and understanding our own HEARTS. For the love of grace and goodness and sunsets and the pursuit of the unimaginable. For the love of all these things… LET’S DREAM. …
All I have seen teaches me to trust the Creator for all I have not seen. Ralph Waldo Emerson I started asking God for moments. I asked for moments that would mean something to to me. Moments that would confirm what I had decided in my heart… The decision to put my all into “round …
In Burundi their isn’t a huge variety of weekend activities to choose from. We usually aren’t daunted by this, but it does lead to the induction of some interesting weekend pass-times. The latest craze in the Carlson house? Our very own Saturday morning car wash. By the time my boys are finished “washing the car” …
… I just want to say, that I see you… even though I am cushioned by things you lack. My self aches. It’s an unmovable ache. It’s the ache of living next door to YOU. The ache of MY “haves” and YOUR “have nots.” … I want so badly to escape your story.. The truth …
