Regina S writes, “That’s when I want the earth to swallow me up. Not because I’m embarrassed or ashamed but because I just don’t like being stared at.”
Being an Anabaptist woman, while fulfilling, presents certain challenges: such as where to buy good fabric and what to do with your long hair.
The other day, I sat in a small white room, waiting. After a while, a nurse walked in. I knew she was a nurse because she was dressed like one and because they had said she would come.
We-the-people are the ones who connect to them, or not. What would it look like if every child in your church had a personal connection to every adult?
Confession: This almost seems egotistical for a Mennonite to link to. But a friend told me about it in the last month and I was blessed. I think we could probably take a moment to hear what Mr. Taylor had to say–to celebrate what we’re good at without forgetting we don’t have it all– What […]
On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare That I might one day rue I saw the danger and I passed Along the enchanted way And I said Let grief be a fallen leaf At the dawning of the day. –Patrick Kavanagh […]