Missions

Lost Sheep

Lost Sheep

In the craziness of moving, I keep noticing missing things. I pray each lost item is in the next box I unpack, the next bag I open up. It feels like the list of lost items keeps growing faster than those that are found. I pray there is a magical box somewhere with all the lost things…

The Cycle of Dreams

The Cycle of Dreams

I looked down and saw that the lilac bloom in my hand was crushed under the intensity of my prayer. I didn’t want to pray it, I hardly even believed the prayer, but I knew I had to. Yet, something in me was clinging tight to the lilac, to my dreams of a springtime wedding, to my hopes for a husband and partner to materialize from thin air.

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