I waved to my wailing baby, winked at daddy and dashed into an overcrowded Starbucks to grab a quick cup of Joe to get me through the afternoon. The line was snaked around the corner and I tapped my foot anxiously as precious minutes slipped by. I glanced outside at the car which was now …
Tag Archive: Starbucks
Apr 27
Gas Stations and Beggars
And suddenly, I can’t compartmentalize it all anymore; this mental box of poverty I’ve created that includes mission trips to Mexico and the sad little faces of children in Africa. It’s not the separate place I make it out to be so I can sleep better at night. Poverty is all around us and it’s too blatant for me to put it back on the shelf or cross off on a list of benevolent activities I do on a quarterly basis.
Feb 23
The Birthcontrol Pill in Jr. High?
And there sat my baby boy in the midst of these horny teenagers. My sweet and innocent little angel corrupted by tarts and P Diddies. (Ok, possibly an overreaction, but I am relatively confidant my son is still pure) And I got scared and a little sad. Because, the truth is I can’t protect him from a culture that is hyper sexualizing everything down to tennis shoes.
Dec 22
Too Much Frivolity
It’s not an obvious seduction, like drugs or illicit compromise; true Christmas party overload is inherently subtle. It’s one sip of wine at a time, two late nights justified, then three more. It’s going back for seconds at the buffet table and avoiding the gym because there is “just so much to do.” Bustle, bustle, justify, justify…and then, all of sudden you can’t zip up your pants.
Dec 17
Secret Santa
When I encounter someone whom God financially blessed through me, there is an unexpected seed of compassion deeply rooted in my heart that God has planted. It’s completely beyond my normal and slightly selfish paradigm, unnatural even, but effortless because of God. It is His love weaving through my crusty heart to bless both the giver and recipient.
