Keeping Track of Sorrows
Let’s acknowledge that it hurts. At times it is a searing, sharp pain and other times it’s an underlying throb. Either way, something is missing. There was a Sunday before...
The Art of Belonging
About seven months into our life in South East Asia we put our youngest daughter into a ballet class near our new home. I would get her all dolled up...
A Perfect Shelter in Seasons of Change
I lift up my eyes to the mountains-where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth....
Shelter is Not a Thing, It’s a Person
Over the course of my childhood, my family moved three times. My dad grew up as a military brat and always thought he’d settle in one spot, but that’s not...
A Driving Lesson
My first Sunday in Portugal I drove to church on the main highway, through city streets, and across a major bridge. The teammate I went with disliked driving so much...
Who Said Returning Would be Easy
If I could write a letter to my weary self in the spring of 2015, as I was surrounded by 20 years of our China life, packed in semi-sturdy fruit...
Losing Identity In The Return
I bit down on my tongue to stop the words I was thinking from flying out of my mouth. Staring across the table at my coffee date, I wondered how...
A Letter to the One Returning Home
Seven years ago, with all my earthly belongings bundled into two 50 pound suitcases, I flagged my last taxi to the airport. I dozed on the 13 hour flight arcing...
Impacting Others
“I wonder how large those windmills are in person?” The results of the conversation were an up close view of the giant windmills dotting the Portuguese landscape...
Just Get Over It Already {The Grove: Forgive }
I thought I was over it. At a women’s retreat with our organization, I shared some of my most recent struggles with a member care counselor....
