Monthly Archives: January 2014

I laid awake last night staring at the ceiling wondering what I had missed, pretty sure I had missed something.  Otherwise, why was I still awake?  Door was locked, alarm was on, stove was turned off.  I traced the ceiling with my eyes, mentally fidgeting.  Hmmmmh…then, God seemed to whisper: apparently, I had not really finished with “Cutting the Box.”

So, here it is.  Are you ready? Continue reading →

Last week, I collected a friend’s mail for her while she was out of town.  She had been anxiously anticipating a late Christmas package, or rather her preschooler had been, and I checked for its arrival with almost as much nervous glee as if it were my gift coming.  Now, at our little condo complex, when we receive packages in the mail, those packages are gently, tenderly, and lovingly placed by our kid-gloved mailman into these large, centrally located, rectangular locking metal boxes, and then the key to that mailbox is placed in our individual mailbox. (All true minus the “gently, tenderly, and lovingly placed”  and “kid-gloved” parts. ) Continue reading →