In the early days I just never believe that it would end. The days were hard and long and I just couldn't see past them. But quite suddenly I am standing here, saying goodbye to good friends as we all move on to other things and I realize, a sweet, hard, and beautiful season is coming to an end.
Read MoreHe sat in a brown, wooden kitchen chair and I sat on his knee. He slowly breathed in smoke from his cigar and then blew it out in rings that traveled first passed his large nose, then over his large glasses, and finally up and around his white, thinning hair. Then taking a break from his cigar he sings the song.
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It was upon hearing that question, as a 12-year-old girl, that I realized the beautiful, horrible reality. Our naivety cannot last forever and there is a time when we are told about or learn of the hurt of the world. As much as our keepers try to protect us, there comes a time when even they must slowly, gently, and carefully expose us to the truth that this world is incomparably broken.
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I am not the greatest at predicting the future, but I can imagine that you may be wondering why I named this site "Sojourner and Keeper." The answer is simple.
Read MoreIf I know anything about writing (and for the record - I only know a little) it is that the best writing tells the truth. So here is the truth: I am absolutely terrified of putting myself out there. I love writing, but I am afraid of your criticism. I also hate being a hypocrite and when you freeze your thoughts in time through writing, you will almost always prove yourself to be a hypocrite.
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