One week until I get to go back home and visit with my family. One week until the Randalls are all back together. One week until we can be together again. One week until we can sit together and laugh around the table. One week.
I have been watching this stand of daffodils for the past few weeks, watching them emerge from the ground, watching the yellow…
Have you ever played Truth or Dare? It seemed to be a game that we always played at sleepovers. I never really understood it. Telling the truth was the easy part, and taking a dare was fun… if I ever actually got a turn at playing. I was usually friends with the girl who’s party it was, but the rest…
The Scripture for this Sunday’s Sermon was James 3:13–4:10. Preaching continues to be a new experience each and every time I step to the pulpit. This Sunday, the Holy Spirit was doing more work than I was, and for that I am wholly grateful.
She is quiet. She doesn’t speak up. She sits and listens to you, and watches you. She waits. She’s been hurt, and doesn’t know how to talk about it.
She’s a knockout, in her own way. Beautiful when she smiles. And when she doesn’t.
The beginning of this week was filled with rain. The rain fell for the entirety of Monday, reminding me of the Kenyan rainforest and camping as a child. We kept the windows open through the day as we took our Sabbath. For a while, it felt as though we were keeping a traditional Sabbath, because all…
I am supposed to be writing my report for the organization that I am working for this summer. Yeah. Not so much. Instead, let me ramble on about how I do not feel like reporting on my research of this summer.
Kathy Randall: Lela, KenyaFor my entire life, I have been fiercely independent. I can do it all by myself, thank you very much, if it’s fixing something, finding something, or going somewhere new. If I don’t know it already, I can learn it myself, and I can figure out how to find the answer. I…
“Anyone getting another cup of coffee?”
“Well, I’ve already had two, so I don’t need it.”
“Ok, just make eight cups.”
“But. … Well… I might want another…”
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Ignition.
And we have lift-off!
The shuttle climbs higher and higher, at first seeming to creep up into the air, but then, moving faster and faster. Finally, even those who are states away can go…
