The Scar – Part 4

A week later, I am noticing that my scar is chipped; meaning the skin has sufficiently dried that areas are beginning to lift up. Not being able to help myself, I start peeling it off. Soon fresh, pink skin is exposed. I can’t help but feel like a snake shedding its skin. Thankfully, when you’ve…

The Scar – Part 3

About a week ago I was preparing breakfast when I seared my inner wrist on the rim of an aluminum pot. Having spent a lot of time in the kitchen, I’ve experienced my share of burns. But this one was special. The minute, diamond pattern, unnoticeable to the naked eye had been branded onto my…

The Scar – Part 2

Now that I’ve recognized the true story behind my scar, which version do I share whenever someone asks about it? It seems really easy to fall into the “woe is me” mode whenever a friend enquires as to our state. Maybe we feel that we will attract more sympathy that way. I am not suggesting…

The Scar – Part 1

After a few unexpected rounds with a rare and very feisty bacteria, I was left with an awful-looking survival scar. Thankfully, it is in a place that is easily concealed. I have mixed feelings about that scar. Every time I see it, I wince. My mind is immediately flung back to a year ago when…

The Sacrifice

Disclaimer: I apologize in advance for another parking lot devotion, but I can’t control where the inspiration strikes. I was approaching a business place today when I noticed an empty parking space almost concealed between two large vehicles. I fist-pumped the air, giddy at the thought of securing the ultra-convenient space. Unfortunately, I was on…

To Follow or Not to Follow…

There are times in life when you’ve got to just fall in line; to pay for your groceries, to use the ATM or to register your car to name a few. Folks don’t take too kindly to people cutting in lines and I could understand why. In those cases, the courteous, and less antagonistic, thing…

Unplugged?

Have you ever been ironing, only to realize that the wrinkles weren’t going away, then upon investigation you discover that the iron had become unplugged? I’ve also had a laptop cut out on me in the middle of working only to notice that the cord had slipped ever so slightly out of the port. I’ve…

Under Construction

Once you profess to be a Christian, it feels like your life becomes an exhibition – open for all to view. And sin, which I consider to be a private thing, can feel rather public at times. There are many expectations of Christians and rightfully so. But we must remember that Christians are all sinners…

The Most Precious Commodity

Following a Category 5 hurricane, one is forced to adjust to the new norm rather quickly. So…clothes will be handwashed for a while; showers cold; cooking options limited and access to electricity and telecommunication severely restricted. All of this I was expecting, having experienced the aftermath of a Category 2 hurricane three years earlier. But…

The Invitation

Planning a birthday party for a child these days is no easy task, especially when your child is a gregarious one. I felt pretty bad once I had whittled the proposed names down to a manageable number. As much as I would have wanted to include everyone, some had to be left out. Thankfully, our…