When love runs out? I’ve been there.
And life lessons confirm my weakness. Insufficiency. To love in my own strength.
But He faithfully leads me to the truth.
My love runs out. His never does.
Category: Memoir
Favorite flavors and dishes multiply in the cross-cultural life. Leading to this, that, or the other taste of home.
Our grocery cart is often a wild mix. With differing ingredients for the week’s menus.
One day, I buy okra and chickpeas for Indian curry. Snow peas, lemongrass and baby bok choy for a Chinese stir-fry dish. And Japanese mochi. An afternoon snack or dessert.
Each cuisine serves up memories as well.
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Ocean roar
Ocean roar in winter. Loud. Waves cross. Crash. Deep blues and teals mixing. Mingling. Foaming white.
Gale-force winds whip through. Scattering sand. Tearing at the water. And me.
Power on display.
And I am a mere whisper. Hushed.
