The other day I sit down at Starbucks feeling a tad sorry for myself, because I’m not with the cool kids talking about all the important things. Flashbacks to the Jr. High lunchroom. Are you with me?
I’m feeling a little jealous of all of those “living large and loud”, being seen and heard and achieving the big stuff. Heck, let’s call it what it really is: self-absorption.
I’m journalling. Talking to the Story-writer of my life, asking for a CLIMACTIC EVENT, when I look down and see the pen that I’m using. It is from a training center in Bethlehem, inscribed in English and Arabic. And I stop. So…convicted. Continue reading
