He Binds Up Our Heart Wounds
I signed up for a workshop on healing the wounds of trauma thinking it would be a helpful tool to share with the widows that we work with, and...
Author: Ruth Potinu
Boundary Lines
Dear 28-year-old me, Your eyes are wide with wonder as you stare out the airplane window greeted by the sight of tiny islands popping out of...
Can You Find the Gifts?
A Google search of Christmas crafts for kindergarteners left me laughing to myself. I don’t think my Papua New Guinea students would feel very connected to paper snowflakes, cotton...
Hold Me As We Travel the Rapids
Ruth touches gently on her experience of a miscarriage. If this topic is triggering for you, there is grace for you to move on and come back another day....
Why is Resting So Much Work?
Anne Lamott said, “Almost everything will work again if you unplug it for a few minutes, including you.” It’s true. So why does keeping a Sabbath rhythm often feel...
The Success of Secret Moments
It was one of those—this, this is why we are here—moments. A literal life was likely saved, and good came out of a difficult situation because of the ministry...
It’s Complicated
“Where is your boyfriend,” he asked me—again. It was the same question, anytime we interacted, and he wasn’t the only one who would ask. Every time I would give...
He Understands Our Longings
I don’t often feel homesick for my passport country. I blame my parents. They took me on my first international flight when I was just eight months old. Once...
Even Nomads Long for Connection
"What about friends?” he asked me. He was right; apart from my husband, I knew no one in Papua New Guinea (PNG). In fact, I’d never...
There Is Room In the Body for Different
I was fresh off the plane and only able to understand slivers of conversation in Pidgin English. But, as I sat cross-legged on the blue tarp-covered dirt that provided...
