In high school, one of my friends made me a CD of a garage band named Trase.
I haven’t thought of them, or listened to their CD in years; however, it came to mind shortly after my canvas vision.
In recently pulling it out of my closet, I remembered the love affair I had with song #6. Song #6 is title-less, so Trase, if you ever read this post, please let me know what you intended to call it, because I’ve affectionately titled it “Paint a Picture for Me.”
Listening to the song was just as impactful (if not more so) as it was 16 years ago. If you’d like to check it out, here it is...
My little sister (through Big Brothers Big Sisters) and I went to a Hawaiian-themed bowling fundraiser yesterday.
We scored a 113. Combined. And with the dragon helper...
The last phase of labor is known as transition.
This stage is the most intense, grueling, and animalistic. It’s arduous, fierce, and requires every ounce of physical and emotional strength the soon-to-be mother possesses.
Mothers will be the first to tell you that transition is brutal. There’s nothing quite like it; however, I think anyone experiencing transition in life would say the same...
A week and a half ago, I went to my church’s monthly prayer meeting. When the meeting ended, and as I walking out to leave, one of the pastors caught me and said, “I’ll walk you out.” As we neared the door, he said, “I was looking out across the room, and when I saw you, God told me to ask you this question: ‘What do you want?”’
I froze...
