Maybe this one beautiful life is a grand unpeeling, humbling, coming down. Maybe this is the gift. Onion-Peeled Me The layers keep coming off. I call them parenting peels. The stripping of layer, after layer, after layer or unspoken judgmental veneer, “My child would never do. . . would never say. . . would never…
Would you rather listen? Here’s that link to the Keep On With Abigail Wallace podcast. I’m not good at letting go. Sometimes I hold on to dreams that aren’t God’s plan for me. For better and for worse, I am the bee—the busy bee that won’t rest until it extracts sweet nectar from every flower….
We shall be like the bee That booms against the window-pane for hours Thinking that the way to reach the laden flowers. From C.S. Lewis, Poems Writing on the Wall So is that what everyone thinks I should do? I should switch schools? That’s the best solution? It was already the second week of school….
Not playing it well. I’m the far left of the herd. We are led to believe that the Author will have something to say to each of us on the part we have played. The playing it well is what matters infinitely. C.S. Lewis, The Last Night I’m not sure if the role was…