I got stumped recently.
That happens a lot as a writer, but I mean this one literally: I was mowing the lawn when I hit a stump.
I got stumped recently.
That happens a lot as a writer, but I mean this one literally: I was mowing the lawn when I hit a stump.
I really loved my students.
I loved teaching high school English – diving into stories and dictionaries, dissecting words and meaning, helping students understand messages and create their own – but what I loved more was building relationships with students and helping them grow and learn.
Except for college, I have lived my entire life within a 2¼-mile radius.
That’s no exaggeration. My childhood home, my first apartment, and the three houses where Tracy and I have lived all fit within a 2.249-mile radius circle. Medieval peasants were more mobile.
I keep avoiding writing this. It’s been sitting on my computer screen for days, fittingly unwelcome but reminding me of its unpleasant existence.
I have to pray for Boko Haram.
I try to grow in my faith and understanding, to follow Jesus ever more closely, and to speak only things that uplift, inspire, inform, or amuse.
Like most people I know, though, I am human, and I sometimes say the wrong thing clearly or the right thing imperfectly.
Anything I say poorly is my own fault and should not be taken to reflect the views of my God, my church, my fellow Christians, or the missionary organization through which I formerly worked.
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