“Jill, We Need to Talk.” Norm Willis
You can get to where you want to be from wherever you are—but you must stop spending so much time noticing and talking about what you do not like about where you are. … Continue reading
Tag Archive: hope
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The unpracticed art of “being”
I think people easily forget that we are human-BEINGS. With the pace of people’s lives I see all-around me, I would naturally think we are human-DOINGS. The other day I was getting my hair… Continue reading
Day 9 of Jumping
We are definitely on the home stretch now people! And boy are we ready for some home cooked food and relief from living out of a suitcase:) We drove 400+ miles today and… Continue reading
Day 6 of Jumping
In case you are just joining us on this stream of “Jumping” posts, you can go here to read from the beginning and catch up! Today, my mama and I got a late… Continue reading
Day 4 of Jumping
Another post from my mama! Jumping today was not jumping. It was more like cruising. We were cruising down the freeway before dawn. It was beautiful. And then, there was traffic. Yes, there… Continue reading
Day 3 of Jumping
Today was a stunning day! Drove from Eureka to Santa Rosa, California on Highway 101. I thought we would make it further, but seeing that we took the scenic route again, it took… Continue reading
Day 2 of Jumping
Here is my mama writing this post: Moving to FL has been on my heart for almost 2 years. I had many doubts. Wondered how it would work. As I waited on God,… Continue reading
Dream. Wait. Hope. Jump.
I haven’t written on here for over 5 months and I have no reason other than I just wasn’t compelled to write anything and I didn’t want to force it. So, with that… Continue reading
Today I did for one…
When I am on the grounds of the public school here on Utila, with 300+ children running around, I don’t want to only see the mass, I want to see each one.… Continue reading
With Loving Greetings
When I was staying with my mom during a recent visit home, I picked up a book (Leaves of Gold) she had displayed in her living room, that I must have looked at… Continue reading