As an adult, it is easy to reflect on your life and pinpoint various moments of growth -- but as a child, those times of growth are often challenging and arduous for embedded in the moments of growth are moments of pain -- growing pains that ache and throb -- subtle thieves that attempt to diminish your … Continue reading embedded in the moments of growth
Why? Because this is another day to do something you love or to try something new. This is another day for you to randomly talk with a stranger about tea and crepes and birthdays (it's not as unlikely as you'd think). This is another day for you to encounter a new friend or to spend … Continue reading Today is a good day to be alive
Prologue When you are concussed, they say you should rest. Sleep, yes -- but not just that. Rest your brain, so it can recover from the impact of collision inside your skull. Rest: No watching TV No computers No bright lights So, basically, no screens No physical activity No critical thinking No reading I stare … Continue reading Wrestling with rest
Man, the month of March has flown away in a mad flurry, taking with it my perfect March Madness bracket. But, like Coca-Cola keeps reassuring me, it's not my fault the teams didn't cooperate with me. That's beside the point, however. So, what is the point? To put it clearly: The point of this post is … Continue reading Reason, Purpose, and a bit of March Madness
To put it bluntly, I have been almost pathologically pondering paths. Well, perhaps my desire to use alliteration and the word "pathological" makes that sound more extreme than it actually was, but let me semi-prove my point. A brief glimpse into Jen's mind: Path. Paths. Follow the path. "You're going down a path I can't follow." … Continue reading What do the Dark Side, Open Shortest Path First and Psalm 119:105 all have in common?
I'll be honest here: I was having a brain fart. Or a writer's block. Or something. So, I put on my music and considered writing a poem instead. But when opening Word, I glimpsed a poem I wrote on December 20, 2016. I opened "The musical river" and read it. Reading that spawned another idea, which led … Continue reading How writer’s block and an old poem resulted in thoughts on trust
In my previous post, I left you at a ledge with a decision to make: Would you stay content in the darkness or would you move toward the light? That ledge is daunting. You have no idea how far the drop is or what you might find below -- if you survive the fall. To jump would … Continue reading I will trust and not be afraid