"People don't even look at me - it's like I'm invisible.  I think I'm visible.  What made you so compassionate ( Read more... )

Yesterday, Tyrone asked if I could give him other kinds of fruit besides my daily apple.  "There are other kinds of fruit, you know. You should eat a more balanced diet.  And these apples are hard for an old man's teeth!"I gave him an orange today and tried to engage Tyrone in conversation about Gal 5:22-23, as a friend had suggested.  Faith on a ( Read more... )

Tyrone sets up shop on the corner every afternoon and begs for spare change.  He alternates between the familiar ("Spare a penny, please!") and the slightly outlandish ("Can someone please have some compassion and bring me a stuffed salmon from M&S Grill with the delicious crab and mashed potatoes?").  In short, he's quite a character.  I usually ( Read more... )

Hilarious, motherly black lady in my office: Oh S is cool - she's black.

I may have done a victory dance soon after.

Spotless, beautifully blameless, tragically broken because of love. All sin taken upon Him, willingly broken because of love. Because of love. O Light of the world, thank You for mercy, thank You for mercy. You cover me, cover all my sin with crimson. His cross intended for great loss, became the picture of hope for the world.  His crown, ( Read more... )

I used to think this song was overrated, but there is something lovely about its simplicity.

All this pain
I wonder if I’ll ever find my way
I wonder if my life could really change at all
All this earth
Could all that is lost ever be found
Could a garden come up from this ground at all

You make beautiful things
You make beautiful things out of the dust
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Beauty and pain on repeat.

After trying our hand at speed dating, I drove B back to her place in Capitol Hill, and she fiddled with my iPod.  As we sped down Independence Ave with the windows rolled down, we blasted "Single Ladies" and "Run the World" and sang along.  Felt like a scene straight out of a rom com.

After I snapped my last pair of trusty sunglasses, I went to the mall in a search for a cheap replacement.  Wet Seal, a shop with the tact and fashion sense of a rebellious preteen girl, was having a sale, so I threw caution to the wind and walked in. As I'm trying on various shades, I look over - and lo and behold - a preteen girl is trying on the ( Read more... )

Caps, why do you continually break my heart?  And why is there no comfort food in my house?!  Poor planning all around.