Sunrise at the fishing shacks They pulled up to my window. Their van was piled with fishing nets. I couldn’t see their license plate in the dark. The vehicle windows were tinted, so I couldn’t see inside either. One of the back windows rolled down slowly, and a mid-twenties woman leaned out. She wore fishing … Continue reading A Book By Its Cover
Author: Abby Freeze
I am a CNA in nursing school. I have a mild peanut butter obsession. I love taking pictures, making music, writing letters, kissing baby goats, and spending time with my friends and family. I grew up as an MK in Cambodia, and am an adopted Alaskan currently living in Illinois.
Nursing: A Painful Process
I choked in a breath of air as I pushed open the door to the smoke room. In the far corner of the room I could barely make out my coworker. I moved across the room and sat in the cold chair next to her. A cigarette occupied the space between her full lips. She … Continue reading Nursing: A Painful Process
Mulling While Mowing
My mind whirred like the noise of the mower. I drove back and forth across the ball fields, making sure my mow lines were even. Thoughts rattled around in my head. I lost track of my straight mowing line and almost ran over a softball. Focus, Abby. I saw the company van pull up. My … Continue reading Mulling While Mowing
A Promised Dance
He sat next to his buddy who was listening to the radio in the lunch room. His eyes followed me while I walked back and forth to each different hall. I had a laundry basket balanced on one hip, a stethoscope around my neck, and a medicine book in my free hand. A blood pressure … Continue reading A Promised Dance
MK: Who Am I, Really?
Even the Thai Ronald McDonald knows how to show respect...Thailand 2011 My younger sister and I sat at a coffee shop in Cambodia. Our caffeinated brains buzzed while we discussed what it means to transition through life as an MK. “Abby, I don’t understand what the big deal about being a missionary kid is. We’re … Continue reading MK: Who Am I, Really?
Psalm 63 and Peanut Butter
I have a hole in my heart. I keep trying to shove things into it, but nothing fits. Nothing works. The more I try to shove stuff in, the more I realize nothing goes into the hole. I end up feeling raw and hurt from trying to cram things where they don’t belong. I am … Continue reading Psalm 63 and Peanut Butter
Single and Waiting: God Wants Our Hearts
Dear sister, You are waiting. You are waiting for prince charming. You are waiting for that someone who will make you feel special and beautiful. You are waiting for that feeling of security. You want to feel the butterflies in your tummy when you see him walk in the room. You are waiting to be … Continue reading Single and Waiting: God Wants Our Hearts
