Wednesday, November 16, 2011

why I smile

-because I get to eat real food next week

-because I get to see my family next week (including cousins!)

-because I get to sleep in my own bed next week

-because I get to go to my home church next week

-because I get to shower with no shoes next week

-because I get to sleep in next week

...just because of next week.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

I'm flattered

Honestly, I am. In L'Engles' words, maybe everyone back home was just used to me. And I do enjoy being treated like a lady. Opening the doors are nice, and thanks for saving my coffee and me when I tripped up the stairs in the cafeteria.

But, I can get my own stinking umbrella. I can pay for myself. I don't want to hear you say "don't worry about it". I can handle it, and I want to know what's wrong. I'm not lying when I say I don't want anything. Just because I'm scared doesn't give you an excuse to hold my hand; I back away because I don't want it. I can handle being alone.

There is a fine line between treating women with respect, and treating them like babies.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

I held a Bible today.

398 years old. First edition King James Version. It was inspiring.

So I wrote this.