The feud began when Elby scurried out from beneath the sofa one evening and was startled to find me still sitting in my chair. I wasn't so much startled as horrified, but had I not gasped like a Victorian lady in need of her smelling salts, I don't think he would have paid me any mind.
I feel like it doesn't matter. But I think that it does.
For a long while, coming back here daunted me, I'm not sure why. But I'm here. And so are you. Hello again my friend.
Here are nine signs that your friend might be a spoonie but hasn't said anything.
We, as believers, are on the winning side. We're still scrapping with the world, the flesh, and the devil, but we know that the victory is ours and that keeps us going. Or does it?
A couple of weeks ago, we went round the roundabout twice as dad tried to work out how to get to the drop-off zone. Two hours parking in our hometown bought us a five minute drop off at the airport. It was a case of getting the bags out of the car, hugging him, then leaving. He didn't look back. I think I might have cried if he had.
Here are five blogs I enjoy that span a wide range of surprisingly riveting subjects from world-building to walking straight and from cooking to crows...
Not all of us enjoy discussing the weather and the state of the roads. But what if small talk really did have a purpose? What if...what if it actually mattered?
I've always loved other people's stories but over the last year or so, my curiosity has shifted. While still keenly interested in their stories, I find myself wondering more and more about the stories we don't tell.
Oh hello again. Happy New Year.