The Wooden Chest

There’s a chest in the living room. It’s fairly small and a bit scratched and dented. On its top sits a beige table lamp and, sometimes, some coasters. Most visitors probably don't even notice it. But it has a special story. Years ago, in the early part of my mid-twenties, I became friends with a young man at … Continue reading The Wooden Chest

The time I almost messed it all up…

I got a lot of feedback from my last post. Many people live in the hard stage of waiting. I’ve been there, believe me. So today, I want to share how I almost messed it all up. No one likes to be vulnerable about their mess-ups. Sometimes, however, I think that people need to hear. … Continue reading The time I almost messed it all up…