On Rooting in the Wilderness
Exiled. Millions of miles from anything familiar. Captive. Under the siege of the enemy. Weary. Years of living with hope deferred. If anyone knew a wilderness,...
Maria is an English teacher in the south of Thailand, where she teaches at a local university and a private English center, bumbles a bit in speaking Thai (a work in process, for sure), and aspires to love Christ deeply in a dark, lost city. She loves good stories, deep conversations, wild adventures, old and new friends, lots of coffee, and Indians baseball. She’s learning a lot about this good, good God who has been her unfailing companion during seasons of great change.
Exiled. Millions of miles from anything familiar. Captive. Under the siege of the enemy. Weary. Years of living with hope deferred. If anyone knew a wilderness,...
I pop my headphones in and head to my favorite spot in my host city to get some exercise. Often this space is shared with nearby friends; we...
We were all happy for a bathroom break. It had been a long morning of travel on remote mountain roads, the kind with deep ruts and anything-but-smooth-sailing. Add to...
Five days before the wedding, the mother of the groom dies from wounds sustained in a car accident. Reeling in shock, the family adds another event to their already...
It all started with the smallest of promptings. So slight they nearly went unnoticed. Questions. Wonderings. You could call it a gentle nudge, an open tab on my mind’s...
There is a dark side to singleness. An ugly, evil, green dark side. Four years ago, I was preparing to move to my...
The first time I saw it, I laughed. A runner with a balloon tied to his back. Is someone trying to be the circus clown? Stand out in the...
I grew up on hand-me-downs. There were the hand-me-down clothes, the hand-me-down dolls (anyone else remember old, matted doll hair that makes your skin crawl?), the...
When I hear the word tension, all the negative feelings rise to the surface. I think of tense muscles, hard meetings, and walking-on-eggshells to avoid a burst. My knee-jerk...
Last week I looked across my teaching podium to my high school students and said, “I never thought a global pandemic would split churches, divide families, splinter relationships.”...
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