“Love bears all things.” In the greek the word bear is stego, it literally means a thatch roof. In other words love is a roof. Love is a roof? I sat there with the book I was reading open on my lap like I’d just been slapped upside the head. A roof shelters us, it… Continue reading Love is a Roof
I’ve come a long way since my childhood when meeting people was absolutely exhausting, and while I’d still consider myself an introvert I am pleasantly surprised that I really do enjoy meeting people. I find I’m most content right now when I am with people. hearing their stories listening to them talk about their lives.… Continue reading Truth
I’m a wildly romantic person. I make up stories for a living so it makes some sense that my ideas of fairy tale worlds would seep into the real world. However, I can also be oddly practical. So when my husband approached me about going on a mission trip for three weeks leaving me at… Continue reading Love
Sorry I’ve been MIA the last couple of weeks. I have to remind myself that summer is like this. Unpredictable, spur-of-the-moment. It’s one of the things I both love and hate about summer. I love the lazy, lakeside, ice cream and fireflies of it but I do hate that some of the regular things I… Continue reading Seasons
Monday is my husband’s and my anniversary. Thirteen years. That’s a lot of years and also, thirteen, it feels so ominous, but we’ve survived the thirteenth year we’re entering fourteen which just so happens to be my favorite number. It doesn’t possibly seem like I’m old enough to have been married for thirteen years. It… Continue reading Anniversary
Last Night I crawled into bed after a long and fulfilling day and realized I had forgotten to blog! Oops! I did do something yesterday but got so wrapped up in living I forgot to post it. So real quick, Day thirteen was a day devoted to helping my best friend move into her new… Continue reading Fourteen Days of Valentines Day Fourteen and Thirteen (oops).
Any one know anything about St. Valentine? I did a bit of research and turns out he was martyred (I think) for marrying Christians during one of the great Roman persecutions. That’s pretty cool if you ask me (not that he was martyred but that he would sacrifice himself for love). You know what else… Continue reading Fourteen Days of Valentines. Day One.
