Flowers in Winter.

I recently finished drying a bunch of flowers and was figuring out where to store them, when I saw the last (and only) set of dried flowers I have. They sit in a jar on the shelf above my desk. They’ve been with me for 13 years, having crossed the European continent and most of Asia to finally find their way to my bedroom.… Read more

Note to Self #11

True love desires commitment. True commitment begs exclusivity. And true exclusivity is costly.

Don’t allow yourself to go for bargain basement price. And don’t buy cheap stock. Expect to get and be willing to pay for the cost of a real relationship.… Read more

Whatever Is True.

A man once told me I don’t know real love. The irony is, when it was all over, he left bitter, unforgiving, and angry. I, on the other hand, harbour no ill feelings, am grateful for what was, and pray for him still.… Read more

We Are Not Blind.

Is this what it takes – two well-known celebrities and cultural icons committing suicide in the same week? Is this what the world needs so it will finally pay attention – the drastic, final act of two mature adults who seem to have had all that the world has to offer?… Read more

Note to Self #9

You may not think it now, but in hindsight, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Because this moment is defining you in ways you never imagined.

Surrendering something to God places it in the best possible hands. To you, the future may be unknown, but it is not necessarily uncertain.… Read more

Note to Self #8

It hurts that much because you loved that much.

You chose to love, knowing full well that you can be hurt. But you loved, anyway. Because you believed in the possibility of something greater. And that – the belief, the hope, the possibility – shouldn’t die when the hurt sets in.… Read more