Tag Archives: Christmas
oh oswald
Oh Oswald. I love how Oswald Chambers always has just the words I need to hear. It’s really not him, it’s God and the Holy Spirit using the daily bits of wisdom to speak to my heart. April 29th’s entry … Continue reading
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Yes, Virginia, there is a God
“Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see.” As I sat on my balcony this morning, sipping … Continue reading
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When Hope Dies
The thought of writing about a dead horse had never occurred to him. He was looking for something cheery, abstract and flowery to write about. He had never thought of writing about death, sadness and dreariness. Where was the nobility in writing about death? Continue reading
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An august August
I can’t believe the month of August is almost over.
It’s weird how time flies when you become an adult. When you’re a child, time goes by so slowly. It seems like Christmas will never come and you’ll forever be in the fourth grade.
I think it’s when college hits that time starts its time warp. Does anyone know how to stop a time warp? Does sticking bubble gum in it work? Or what if you were to yell really loudly, “SLOW DOWN A BIT, WILL YA?” Continue reading
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treasures in teak houses
I’m now sitting in my own apartment in Chiang Mai. It’s concrete, not teak, and I’m an adult now. Before, I’d banish the thought of ever becoming or calling myself an adult. But it has come. It’s the weekend before my 23rd birthday. I’m not sure how I got this old.
I do know that memories are funny things — they surface without a whole lot of notice. Memories surface for a reason and a season.
I also now know what treasures teak houses hold. Continue reading
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