I’m Lynn and I’m addicted. To lots of things really. To…
- a God who loves me with a relentless love, and His Son Jesus who is all I need even when I don’t always believe it
- the four little boys running around this house we call home
- my husband – most of the time – unless I’m addicted to myself more, which is unfortunately the way it is at times (not proud of that, by the way)
- my kids’ school, a place filled with people striving for reconciliation among races, cultures and socioeconomic status
- my friends with whom I feel blessed beyond words to share life
- soul conversations
- learning new things and rediscovering things I had long forgotten
- mountains – climbing them, backpacking through them, skiing on them, breathing in the air around them, sitting in awe at the foot of them, feasting my eyes on the flowers randomly growing out of them, communing with God atop them
- painting, mostly admiring true artists, but also experimenting with my own acrylics and watercolors
- the family lake house, wakeboarding, tubing, skiing and jammin’ to summer tunes on the boat
- hardy laughter, especially when you don’t even know what’s really THAT funny
- a look into someone’s eyes that results in a moment of connected souls (and I don’t mean this just romantically; it can mean looking into a child’s eyes and trying to see what God has created in him/her
- spicy food
- candy
- live theater or a great concert
- dinner at Honga’s Lotus Petal in Telluride, Colo., followed by a slow perusal at Between the Covers
- the sound of the ocean waves hitting the shore
- good books, especially ones by writers who dare to be honest and vulnerable (like Anne Lamott)
- music of all kinds, but especially songs that stir and awaken my heart
- writing
- Annie – yes, as in “Little Orphan” because she is a survivor who finds love in the most unpredictable and pure way… by refusing to let her hope die, by being true to herself and by filling another human being in a way that only she could do.
- kids, teenagers particularly because they are caught between childhood and adulthood; I love watching the catharsis that occurs as they navigate life. On that note, here’s me striking a pose in my best teenager impression.
Great list. Wonderful writing.