…Invite them over. Yes, to your house. Yes, it works. No, I’m not joking.
(Taking them up on their invitation to their house works, too.)
My phone tweets to notify me of an incoming text. “Would you like to come over for coffee or a cocktail?” I can’t help but smile. I was hoping I’d get to meet J’s dad and stepmom. This friend who I met only a few months ago, she tells me her parents are coming from the States to visit and well, I tell her I’d love to meet them. Continue Reading
“Mom, there’s so many things I want to do in life.” He finishes his declaration and we sit quiet for several moments. I don’t want to interrupt the sacred. I wait.
And in the silence, I can see a younger version of myself.
Lain out on my belly, propped up on one elbow, copying pages out of books because I wanted to write — oh! how I wanted to write! — but I didn’t know what, so I alternated between reading and reproducing words already written. Continue Reading
It might be time to start something. To take a concept you heard about across town or across the nations and birth a dream in your space.
Over 18 years ago, we linked up with a handful of families that had formed a village of sorts. They dubbed the little community Parent’s Night Out. On Sunday we met to pray and brainstorm and work through a book study. And every second and fourth Friday my husband and I went on a date. Of course the way the community worked is that about once in every 9 weeks or so, we took our turn to love on littles for an evening while the other parents went out. A win-win all around.
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Micro memory cards fill a small baggie. The contents on each one revealed by scrunched handwriting across the front: “Nepal,” “London,” “Switzerland,” “Garmisch-Partenkirchen.” I sift through them like so many diamonds slipping between fingers. These treasures — memories captured in bytes — waiting to be transferred to a sacred space where they can be displayed, the stories told.
Five years spent globetrotting and our journeys have barely begun. Sequels are waiting to be written, photos waiting to be taken. There are people to meet, conversations to have, and ideas to share.
Today I’m living in two worlds. Part of me is reminiscent as I go through boxes and papers and photos, sorting items into their appropriate places. The other part of me is daydreaming. Envisioning the journey ahead of us. I am passionate and I dream of sharing this passion… as well as our adventures.
…this. To go exploring. To go in search of more stories, both the ones we experience ourselves, but also the ones we get to hear or be a part of along the journey! Everything in me whispers, “This… this is what you’re wired for!”
I am inspired. And this inspiration, it isn’t mine for hoarding, to keep stashed away in two and four gigabyte memory discs. I know it’s to give away. To share.
And inspiration is never scarce. It’s there in your story, too. I look forward to hearing it.
Perhaps I’ll meet up with you? Perhaps you’ll share your story with me as we linger in Tangier over a sweet cup of mint tea?