Alleluia

I cannot box up my alleluias. Don't try to make me. 40 days isn't long enough to mourn the loss of Jesus' life, and it is too long to do so year after year simply to make the inevitable more dramatic. I know from whence I came. I understand the power of dust and I crave its mark on my head as a symbol of community and life together. I long for it as an outward sign of the imago Dei that is within me.

There were healings, blessings and a triumphal entry during the last 40 days of Jesus' life.  There were late night dinners with friends, laughter and a lot of bread breaking. Yes, there was sadness and fear. Yes, I need forgiveness and no, I will not box up my alleluias.
S

Travel Well

There is an art to traveling well . . . a formula to packing perfectly. Experienced travelers know that besides money, food and water,  the things we must have involve prescriptions: medicine and glasses/contacts. Everything else can be purchased, borrowed or lived without.

I spent a lot of time traveling internationally in my twenties. I hit thirty countries before my thirtieth birthday. Every location was a gift that helped shape my growing world view.

In a spirit of remembrance, gratitude and dreaming . . . here is a list of favorite places. (People to follow.)

A hotel rooftop at sunrise in Mawlamyine, Burma.
The Baptist Church in Kidete, Tanzania.
The biggest campfire ever, In the Woods, Romania.
The floor of Lauran's apartment, Prague, Czech Republic.
A Bedouin tent, Wadi Rum, Jordan.

S

Thank you La Maison Boheme for the photo. 

growing orbits

Any one of the three would be miraculous.
S

picture props

tell it

"You set out to tell a story of some sort, to tell the truth as you feel it, because something is calling you to do so."

Anne Lamott (Bird by Bird)

(photo found here: http://be-the-change.tumblr.com/post/9062985772)

Less is . . . More

So, guess who decided to get 366 women to write one devotional blog post consisting of 200 words or fewer over a twelve month period? That would be me. And guess who still needs bloggers? That would be me. I know this can work.

Things I'm considering:

• Making up 125 fake names for myself so I can be true to the one post per day concept. (yes 125 is about how many devos short I am)
• Visiting a random church and asking 125 women who are present to whip out their pens and papers and write . . . on the spot. 
• Writing the women I've already asked to contribute to remind them. 
• Insert your idea here: _____________________

200 words or fewer. We can do this. Want to contribute?
S

(thanks theloveshop for creating this darling print, sold on etsy.)

most

Yours
Mine
Ours

happy friday,
s

sparkin . . . flyin

Have all the sparks flown? No way, but July was a long time ago. And beans . . . come on. Here are my dream post titles:

Elisabeth Elliott Doesn't Get to Tell You What to Do
I'm Moving to New York City
Kidete Maternal Health Center Open Now

Happy Friday!
S