There’s a woman’s blog I enjoy reading b/c she is a poet. In one of her posts she shared about serving so much at her church and being so drained from it. One of the leaders at the church told her that “Of course you are drained, you are a poet.” As a poet she… Continue reading Thoughts on a Thursday
Tag: Quiet time
My Perfect Life
I’m sitting in one of my two favorite spots for “me time”. The chair. The overstuffed, enlarged, papa san chair. Drinking the first round of hot tea with my warm fleece draped over my lap. Perfect. I look through the open doorway of my bedroom, to the living room. Clean. Everything is clean. Selah. Nothing… Continue reading My Perfect Life