I whispered these words with an almost desperate sincerity in a prayer recently. And, in that moment, I’ll be honest … I didn’t believe He could.
It’s honestly more challenging to come up with an appropriate title than it is to put my streams of consciousness into paragraph form. At times anyway. But, this one is about some of my favorite humans so I never feel like the right words come naturally.
Imma let my words be few and let the photos tell a fun little story about this past couple days.
You know how you hear or see something multiple times in a week and how you feel like, ‘ok, God, i hear/see you. i’ll get it out.’
Prior to this <airquotes>spring</airquotes>, I would have told you I lived in West Michigan. Lately, I’d have to say it’s up for debate as there is a bit of a Seattle-y feel; what with our consistently overcast skies and 20-90% chances for precipitation on any given day. And honestly? I’m not even complaining.
But the farmers are.
You guys. You know what cures any achy breaky heart? Nope. It isn’t that BRC person you’re thinking of. Stop that. No, it’s a B-A-B-Y.
My gosh, y’all. I attended graduation this year and I decided on two things in conclusion:
- It was one of the best ceremonies I’ve attended
- I won’t be going to any more graduation ceremonies
So, I have an intern. I mean, I was given the opportunity to mentor an intern. But here’s the thing: I actually feel terrible for her. I’m still not quite nine months into my new gig and I’m about 50% less confused than when I started. While that’s great and all because … learning!, this poor young lady is subject to 100% of my day and the miracle in all of it is? She hasn’t left yet.
I had this thing today and the woman asked me what I was concerned about. I had to think for a second because it’s not often that someone asks you something like that, especially in that context. Continue reading
Can I get an amen for the possibility of spring? There was this very brief teaser this past week when I swear I heard a bird chirping as the warm(ish) breeze brushed my very pale, very dry and likely more-wrinkly-than-it-should-be skin.
But it felt like heaven. Because this winter? Has flat-out sucked. (And yes, my dearest Aunt Kathy B … I said ‘suck.’ For dramatic effect. Duh.) Continue reading