Smells of meat and rice interlaced with turmeric, coriander, and cumin wafted from the kitchen. Folding chairs lined the walls of the living room, save for a corner where a table of desserts covered the surface. Music with beats and tones that blended in the Middle East saturated the air we mingled in. Travis and … Continue reading Thank you, Betty, for talking some sense into me.
There are a few things teaching me how to be more wise with my time right now: Sticking to my social media time limits (usually.) Writing down mostly reasonable goals with a box beside each one so I can feel the satisfaction of checking it off when I’m finished. Podcasts. Let’s talk about number 3. … Continue reading An American girl realizes she needs to learn how to work, play, and listen. Hello, 2019.
I start my Wednesday mornings with an English class comprised of three Kurdish women, a Mexican woman, and an Egyptian woman. More of us had been meeting, but since spring break, these are the women who have showed up to class faithfully every week. Although I love seeing people learn English, and welcome anyone willing … Continue reading I’m keener on knowing titles and names, but that barely scratches the surface.
The Next Friday: a reflection on Easter Jesus said to them, “Come and have breakfast.” John 21:12 Last week I shared some Good Friday thoughts with you. It was cold and rainy, and taking on the task of recounting the reasons and ways Jesus died was heavy. Nothing about death, or being wrong, is easy … Continue reading Come and have breakfast.
Friday: a reflection on Easter Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see and be satisfied, by his knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant, make many to be accounted righteous, and he shall bear their iniquities. Isaiah 53:11 She ran out of the gym, screaming and crying. Not having time to back … Continue reading Just two girls sitting on a sidewalk.
You don’t realize how late you work until you schedule a meeting an hour after you’re supposed to be off. But that’s the time that the mother you need to meet with comes home from her 12 hour shift, so you commit. Not necessarily because you want to, but because it’s the only way to … Continue reading Sometimes I get tired of these late nights.
