Sticky Business

I groaned when I discovered the missing pile of hi-jacked mail (my husband retrieved the mail and left it in the deep, dark, abyss called his office only to mysteriously surface many months later on my desk). Wincing, I slowly peeked with one eye at the several invitations for parties, weddings, and showers that came and went weeks ago. I was still reeling from embarrassment over the unseen invitations when I found several bills that were also MIA, therefore not paid. Thus commenced the sequence of events that would undo even the most composed super-mom, let alone Zazoo Pits.

                 “English!” I yelled into the phone for the third consecutive time.

 “I’m sorry, we couldn’t understand what you said. Please say which language you wish to continue in, English or Spanish?”

“E-N-G-L-I-S-H. English!” I slowly spelled and enunciated for emphasis.   Read more »

The Day I Danced with Jesus 

                  A year’s worth of planning and fund-raising finally neared its climactic fulfillment when we boarded our plane for Guatemala. No amount of daydreaming from the window seat could compete with our upcoming reality; it was so much more than I had ever imagined.

The beautiful scenic views of volcanic mountains nestled against the large expanse of pristine waters literally took my breath away. My camera was hard pressed to keep up with my constant demands. I was determined not to blink in case I’d miss something. The sights, sounds, and smells of a culture I never knew quickly became my own as I fell deeply in love. I knew I would never be the same when I took my first deep gaze into the piercing black pools of their cherub faces. The wide-open expanse of hungry hearts surrounded me and I plunged without thought into their depths of need. This free-fall of love intensified with every ensuing God-encounter I had with these precious little ones.   Read more »