When There’s Just No Tellin’

ID-10013026As I write, I’m a week out from the day this is will post. Looking ahead at the calendar, I see that that Monday I will be a thousand miles from where I now sit and will be getting ready to hit the road again as I start a temporary job on the home school convention circuit.

There’s no telling what this spring has in store, nor when I’ll be coming home, or what I’ll do when I get back. 2015 has already cracked up to be a year of taking one uncertain step at a time.

Ah, uncertainty. Is there anyone who does not crave some sort of stability? There are days I wish my whole life were outlined and scheduled down to my last breath just so I could at least think I’m certain of where I’m going. Then other days, my greatest solace is that I have no idea what tomorrow holds. Continue reading “When There’s Just No Tellin’”

On the Eve of a Deadline

Here I am hours before I have a post due and I have to admit I honestly tried going to bed early. I tried all the excuses about why I should just skip this month’s post. Most of them were quite valid, and it was a most interesting debate, but you can see which me won. Continue reading “On the Eve of a Deadline”

When the Lost is Found

20150130_155713As she took a final look, she concluded the earring was nowhere in her luggage. She sighed, looking out the window at the first snowfall of December. It had been her favorite pair. She’d worn those earrings everywhere, often forgetting to take them out at night.

Her eyes stung suddenly, though not from the harsh glare. It was silly. Why was she so upset over something so small?

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If Infinity Is the End

528264_10202086302389989_1795801970_n (1)For one moment last month, I thought I was going to die.

And now that you probably have a vision of me flipping a car or falling off a roof, I must admit it was nothing so dramatic. I was struggling to breathe, choking on a bite of food I’d hoped would give me the energy I needed before I dashed out again for a job interview. Nonetheless, when the Heimlich maneuver didn’t work for the second time and I feared making the problem worse, a thought came like a whisper: is this it?

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Embracing the Struggle

You know when you hear a morsel of truth and all you can do is slap the nearest desk and say, “Yes! YES!”?

That recently happened to me when I ran across this quote by Madeleine L’Engle:

“Those who believe they believe in God, but without passion in the heart, without anguish of mind, without uncertainty, without doubt, and even at times without despair, believe only in the idea of God and not in God himself.”

file1701347712205 - CopyIs it just me or does that quote make you also think of Jacob and how he wrestled with God (Genesis 32: 24-28)? The story has always intrigued me, probably because I’ve struggled with God for as long as I can remember. In this path of faith, I do my best to follow, but it’s hard, it doesn’t always make sense, and I crave more answers than I’m given. While I know there’s no other way, it’s still an uphill climb. But I know I walk closer to God because of it.

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Too Important

I recently sliced the base of my left thumb open. I won’t go into the gory details, but I will say it was less than pleasant and definitely beyond the league of Band-Aids.

My thumb is currently wrapped, strapped, and taped against my index finger so that I won’t move the thumb and open the wound.

20141020_092947So, in operating with one and three-fifths hands, there are some things I simply can’t do as well as I’d like. You should see me trying to tie my hair back. Better yet, you should see my excuse of a ponytail. Playing piano is out of the question. Driving is fine, but with my index finger half as mobile as my thumb, I look like I’m waving to everyone I pass. Continue reading “Too Important”

Analytics: Not the Bottom Line

Analytics. They thrill. They kill.

Thanks to technology, we are able to track so many things. Blog hits. Followers. Views. Even site of referral and the viewer’s city.

I should know. I administrate four Facebook pages and two Twitter pages, handle stats on two blogs, and maintain two websites. Every week, stats bombard me, either through my inbox or through my need to know. Some days, I walk on air. Other days, well…not so much. Continue reading “Analytics: Not the Bottom Line”