rebelling against low expectations
It was Narnia that started the whole trouble. As a little girl, I was mostly concerned with stories about puppies and ponies – not fantasy epics. Narnia was coy. It lured me in with promises of talking animals, then awoke in me a longing too serious for words. From then on, I knew I belonged to another world. At first, I assumed it was a love of Narnia in particular. That wasn’t it at all. When I...
It’s been a rough couple of weeks, what with cancelled plans and postponed weddings and last-minute homeschooling (for some–for others it was old hat). Cancelled Easter plans aren’t any less disappointing. My church has a tradition of camping together over Easter Sunday, which obviously isn’t happening anymore. Other people had Passion plays to perform or breakfasts to...
rebelling against low expectations
