It’s Time to Be Loved
I’ve spent weeks trying to get this post started. I wanted to talk about education and routine along with my own sense of apathy towards this coming year. Yet,...
Author: Joy Smalley
Sticky, Murky Messes Are No Joke
There weren’t a lot of travel options in Mongolia during the early 90’s. There also weren’t a lot of paved roads, so returning from the capital city (Ulaan Bataar)...
No Parties, Please
I’m not a fan of celebrations. Christmas, birthdays, Easter, Thanksgiving, it doesn’t matter what the holiday is, they all feel ridiculous to me and hold a layer of sadness....
Processing God
Who is God to you? We know what the Scriptures tell us about God. We read that he is faithful to the faithless, gentle, loving, slow...
Re-entry is Not a Returning
I thought I’d have words of wisdom about re-entry after two years back stateside. It’s a surprise and a disappointment to me that I am still struggling to find...
Science, Pandemic and Me
Has God ever revealed something to you suddenly? Have you ever felt a switch go off in your brain that resets your perspective? I have....
The Pain of Being Mother
I was excited to sign up for the topic of Mothering. I thought that since I had done a post about The Importance of Being Father I would do...
Hiding with Eve
I have been thinking a lot about Adam and Eve recently, about why God created them (and us), what their sin was and why they were expelled from the...
Even Though He Has the Words… He Sits in Silence
We are inundated with words. They are on billboards, over loudspeakers and on car bumpers. Words fill our homes via radios, televisions and books. We listen to podcasts and...
Let’s Talk About Stress, Baby
When I think about stress I think about an evening in Mongolia when I was sixteen. A summer team was visiting and it was my responsibility to flag down...
