An Affirmation of Calling
As my world got busier, I silenced the small voice that kept whispering, “But I asked you to write.” But that whispering voice, the one that wouldn’t remain silent, kept pushing, “But I asked you to write.”
As my world got busier, I silenced the small voice that kept whispering, “But I asked you to write.” But that whispering voice, the one that wouldn’t remain silent, kept pushing, “But I asked you to write.”
Sometimes I dream in other languages. My subconscious mind takes words or phrases I’ve learned in my travels or from my international students and incorporates them into random scenes and interactions. But I had one particular dream that was more than just a mash-up of random pieces from the language files in my brain. I…
I wish I were that gal who regularly rose before the roosters to spend hours in Scripture and prayer. And when I wrestle with the fact that I don’t seem to be her, I vacillate between making weak excuses for why I don’t just get my poop in a group and feeling shame for not…