Hearts on Sleeves

A couple of years ago I wandered around lost in the city of love. The Seine river was flooding, my phone was dead, and my budget was tight, but I was still enamored with the Parisian buildings and flower pots adorning the early summer streets. Since then I have learned a lot about love in…

Set the Sails

“I set out the sails of my heart, here I am here you are”   A handful of people have traveled the circumference of the earth in nothing but a tiny sailboat. Some go in pairs, but many go alone for the beautiful and solitary journey. Laura Dekker is the youngest to circumnavigate the world…

Never Dying in Nicaragua

“No lloren por mi… no, no, no. Cuando ustedes escuchen que morí, no les crean. Yo voy a estar más vivo que nunca gozándome con nuestro amado Señor Jesucristo” “Don’t cry for me… no, no, no. When you hear that I have died, don’t believe it. I will be more alive than ever, rejoicing with…

A Broken Heart in Korea

We were on top of a mountain, out of breath and chilled to the bone, overlooking the city of Seoul. We faced every direction from the south of Seoul, to the north where there is corruption and people captive. We prayed: for the truth to penetrate the young generation, for a reconciled nation, and for…

Belly Butterflies in Spring

Every year when the warm air begins to hug me, I feel butterflies in my belly. With toes freed by sandals and strolls in the sunshine, my stomach flutters about like a kaleidoscope of monarchs. The feeling is like the flutters you get when you really, really like someone or when you brave an upside-down…

Where is Frances?

In just a few short months I will be graduating from college. It’s crazy, I know. Following my walk down to get my diploma, I will be leaving the the safety of Murray and spend the next 2 years living out of a suitcase. I am a nomad, jumping from state to state and country…

My Beautiful Broken Brain

In the back matter of my brain trees grow with roots like hands holding the wrinkly valleys I create.   A surge comes, electrifying branches, but serotonin seeds don’t spread. The tree takes them back as if new growth will choke.   I long to be the tree planted by still waters, with leaves that…

The Smallness Love Thrives On

Live a life someone would want to make a movie about. Not because of the bad you have done but because of the good you have become. Create a true story of triumph and adventure like the british Midwife on BBC. Jennifer Worth was a Midwife in London during the 1950s-60s. Her memoirs detailing days…

Sunshine and December Blues

And now it is December. When I was young and bright-eyed, someone told me the time would speed up as I got older. They were right.   Last year, December was a turning point. Everything held together until the 1st of the last month and then it unraveled, again. When the sun hides away for…

Fresh to the World

“Surely, I have composed and quieted my soul; Like a weaned child rests against his mother, My soul is like a weaned child within me.” Psalm 131:2   It’s hard to believe that one day two decades ago I was fresh to the world. In 1996 I breathed my first breath and before my head…

Pinching Pennies and Forgoing Finland

It’s been so long since I’ve posted. I didn’t want to be the infrequent blogger, but here I am The thing is, I have been wanting to post but when I begin to write, it feels like I am forcing it. Now I have something more genuine to say, something that has been ruminating in…

Steam Engine Strength

I just finished a book written by a man who loved railways. He memorized timetables and went to stations to admire the great engines brought by the industrial revolution. His home was Scotland and in the first chapter of his memoir he described a route from Waverly station in Edinburgh to Kings cross in London….