Although I love this spot, the location does not keep me here. It’s not the beckoning sun, gradually filling the stained glass and splashing the walls with gold, emerald, and indigo. It’s not the hushing silence interrupted only by the loudly ticking clock. And it’s not even the strong espresso, as necessary as it is, hinting of raw sugar and …
The early morning wet market was mostly dry by nightfall. Housed open-air under a corrugated tin roof, the stainless steel display tables and wire shelves stood chained together and ready. Except for a night breeze, an eerie silence was the only sound awaiting the coming day. Sometime before sunrise, generations of market vendors hosed down their stalls in preparation for …
There is an exhaustion so absolute that you find yourself counting minutes before you can crawl between the sheets. In my experience, that overload usually involved an overseas flight and jetlag. No matter how we adjusted our flight schedule, crossing the international date-line always depleted our reserves. I suppose any continual twenty-six-hour trip will do that. Our plane trip had been …
I remember the first day He spoke to me, so clearly, I can see the house as if it were still standing and its windows still streamed with light through bubbled windowpanes. I can envision sitting cross-legged on the “good” sofa and a red Open Bible on my knees. I was 16-years-old and recently home from youth camp in the …
