dig a hole and fall in it: finding safety in hiding.

I can recall clearly going through international safety measures while preparing to live a season of my life on foreign soil.  Locked in a room.  Darkness. Not knowing a soul that pressed into my shoulders on both sides. We were taught how to answer questions, how to look confident in uncertainty.  We were taught how … Continue reading dig a hole and fall in it: finding safety in hiding.

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when the world squashes singleness.

Sometimes my old lady soul emerges. I could ride around in a beat up Lincoln town car looking at old houses for hours. Those adorned with Christmas lights push my giddy buttons. The porches capture my interests and green shudders are top notch. But then I begin imaging the lives lived there. Does their house … Continue reading when the world squashes singleness.