I really think Anne was far better at encouraging me than I was at encouraging her. What started as my way of helping Anne ended up as Anne’s way of helping me and it was astonishing to see this normally-reserved woman blossom into a witty, wise, perceptive and insightful individual. It was a side of Anne I’d never seen before. What a gift.
Rather than dread cabin fever, we can use it as a means by which to draw closer to God and deepen our spirituality.
Thinking about Advent had me playing word games in my head, and two words I’ve been playing with are “waiting” and “wondering.” Although we sometimes interchange the two, especially at this time of year, there’s a distinct difference between them.
I’m looking forward to bundling in jeans and a sweater and tromping through the incredible crisp reds, oranges, and browns of fall leaves. The park down the road from us becomes a veritable carpet of them and the jewels still clinging to the trees become a brilliant prism of flaming color.
I love it!
My Facebook status said, “Having the house all to myself while hubby is at work and #3 Son is away at camp was a great idea! For the first twelve hours.”
That’s fairly accurate, except that I had already been feeling as though I’d had enough as I entered the 4th hour.
For years, I’d griped about not having enough time to myself, not having enough peace and quiet, not having the ability to decide what I wanted to do, when I wanted to do it. Now that (more…)