‘Til his Bita comes home

News came Sunday morning—early— that Babita’s I-20 had made its way around the world and was safely in her hands. Christopher told me as he came back to bed in the wee hours after someone’s nightmare, or potty trip, or needed hug. I heard it (“I have an email from B. She has her I-20.”) as I wrestled Jude out of his third (fourth?) screaming jag of the terribly restless night and back into a sweaty, unhappy sleep.

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So, you think you can code? {TeenCoder: Java review}

Hi. Me again.

These past few months, I’ve been given the opportunity to use an online course called TeenCoder Java, by CompuScholar. If you know anything about me, I love any sort of computer coding, be it HTML, CSS, Java, or JS, so this was something that immediately piqued my interest. For those of you who don’t know, Java is a very powerful coding language that adds a good bit of meat to anything that you code. (Currently I can make things look pretty and do basic operations, but this is a whole lot more fun.)

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To nag or not to nag

It is better to live in a corner of a roof than in a house shared with a contentious woman. ~ Proverbs 21:9

Can you imagine? I don’t know about you, but my roof is exposed to the elements. You know the phrases: “At least I have a roof over my head,” or “Just trying to keep a roof over my head.” These words are not often said by people who feel a lot of joy in their lives. These phrases are used by people trying to find the bright side of a terrible situation.

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Upside down

I’ve spent a lot of time lately pondering the innate upside down truths of the Gospel. Dying to live. Loving enemies. The meek inheriting the earth. All of it is foolishness … and yet, I have seen it, lived it, been blessed by it. My story is full of moments where what should not be was, and what man called impossible came to pass.

I bet yours is, too.

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Being equally yoked

Do not be bound together with unbelievers; for what partnership have righteousness and lawlessness, or what fellowship has light with darkness? ~ 2 Corinthians 6:14

I’ve been riding the bus to and from work for years now, and while I find it more relaxing than commuting by car each day (not to mention the money saved on parking and gas), I must say, some days I would prefer the quiet of my own vehicle rather than be bothered by someone else’s very loud conversation. It’s not so much a matter of eavesdropping as it is that some people are just plain noisy or they really want to be overheard for the attention.

During a bus ride from work one evening, however, I couldn’t help but listen to a young woman begin a conversation with a young man, both of whom were sitting behind me. Continue reading

Perfectly imperfect

Dear lady standing next to me at the public bathroom sink,

Yes, I have an issue, and it’s called OCD. The chemical misfires in my brain tell me that if I don’t wash my hands exactly as prescribed by professionals, my hands will be contaminated with all sorts of nastiness from touching the stall room doors– to the detriment and deterioration of my personal health.

Of course, you realize this too, that’s why you’re washing your hands. But you don’t do it with the same urgency, the same conviction, the same desperate scrubbing motions and the “Oh man, I lost count there, am I at two minutes or only one and half?”

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