Sometimes progress is hard. It’s tears. And throwing myself on the floor in a virtual old-fashioned wail of a temper tantrum. And sitting in silence because there … are … no … words. And venting the emotion that won’t be exhausted no matter how much I hash it out. Again and again and again. But sometimes, oh hallelujah! Laughter is …
In Others’ Words: Reflect
My friend, author Edie Melson, stopped me in my mental tracks this weekend. In a post titled “Only Still Water Reflects,” posted this past Sunday on her blog The Write Conversation, Edie wrote of the busy-ness of life, and how a recent seven-day vacation at the beach helped her realize that only by slowing down, by living in God’s rhythm, can …