Lessons in friendship: from friends and FRIENDS

When I was a kid, I was given a notebook for Christmas nearly every year. In fact, I think every year. This particular year, the notebook flipped over the top of the page with a top-bound spiral. Kind of like detective notepads. I wrote stories and letters and lists and I can’t remember what else … Continue reading Lessons in friendship: from friends and FRIENDS

The day Josh and I argued over fingernails

The most infamous of infamous stories in our family arsenal of family stories has to be the Fingernail Story. Josh and I were about eleven and thirteen and washing the dishes. I handed him my freshly washed frying pan to dry, soapsuds sparkling in the kitchen light, but he soon returned it to me. Him: … Continue reading The day Josh and I argued over fingernails

I didn’t want this afternoon to happen [a morbid-sounding post with a hopeful ending about people]

I’m not normally like that. But this time, I didn’t want that afternoon to come around. I didn’t want to say goodbye to my friend before she bussed back home. It was a week full of fun and laughter and purple hair, then thirty seconds of hugs and squeezes at the Roadhouse. Now that she’s … Continue reading I didn’t want this afternoon to happen [a morbid-sounding post with a hopeful ending about people]

Hayley + me

After arriving home from a crazy eight days away in Queensland, I caught the bus that night for the ten and a half nighttime bus trip to visit my friend Hayley for a few days. Originally Josh and I were planning a road trip to visit her and her brother, who are our really close … Continue reading Hayley + me

missionaries and mission-goers

I so noticed this in Uganda.  Me going to Uganda wasn't really a mission trip, although some people thought it was.  I mean, I helped out with initiatives once or twice, and was staying with missionaries, but really, I was just there blessing the family I went to visit.  I won't say any more - … Continue reading missionaries and mission-goers