Super Power: Invisibility

Dear Driver,

Your windows are not tinted. This means: I can see you. Inside your car. Picking your nose. Which is a nasty habit.

We both pulled into the same parking lot at work. I know who you are.

Passing you a tissue and some Purell,

Christmas Giveaway at Cinnamon Sticks Boutique

Cinnamon Sticks Boutique makes some of the prettiest jewelry I’ve seen on Etsy, and today she’s giving away one of her bracelets. Go to her website and enter for a chance to win. And then hit Etsy and buy yourself something pretty.

Leah, you’ll love this one: Dad Tags

The Chasm

My sister is sad, distraught; I’m pretty sure it’s because of something I wrote. And from this side of the gap between us, I hurt too.

Perhaps she thinks I’m rejecting her foundational truth. Or worse, rejecting her.

Her unassailable faith casts me “heretic.” Does my acceptance of science cast her “ignorant?”

I should hope not – because she is intelligent and reasonable. But better, she is kind and generous and loving. She is I Corinthians 13 and Proverbs 31, combined.

But here I am, across a great divide, thinking she thinks the worst of me. That if I see the Bible as a book of faith; a plan for redemption; history, allegory, literature, and spiritual discipline combined; that should we disagree . . . that I am condemned.

Am I condemned in her eyes?

. . .

Quite possibly.

Day# 2685

Or 7 years, 4 months, 6 days.

And I’m thinking of this because a pal at work decided he’s had enough staring at grey cubicle walls. He’s out. Off into the wild blue yonder to become a helicopter pilot in Alaska, or Hawaii, or somewhere. Or not. Who knows. “It’s a great big world out there. What am I waiting for?”

Very good question.