The Smell of Douglas Fir
Am I a product of all of the sticks, stones, and leaves I have encountered throughout my life?
Am I a product of all of the sticks, stones, and leaves I have encountered throughout my life?
I wish I didn’t have to wait months at a time to see Hannah. I wish I could have been there to congratulate Katherine on the baby. I wish I could be in two places at once: my church and house church with Luke and Lauren.
Remind me that starting something new is the hardest part.
I’m only just now exploring places I’ve driven past hundreds of times.
I began to wonder what it’d feel like to stop and ask myself if I really wanted to go the extra mile.
Enough time has passed that I’ve been able to successfully reclaim sandwiches.
Did I really have to keep shrinking myself? Does it even matter that my friends get uncomfortable?
Even I am not enough of an instruction fundamentalist to get a measuring cup out while cleaning the toilet.
What was sweet about the past two years?
I hate ants for their determination and fearlessness.