Seeking Orientation in Transition
The only way to reorient is to admit I'm disoriented. Transition is exhausting, and I've lost count of the number of transitions we've endured this past year. I'm tired, my...
The only way to reorient is to admit I'm disoriented. Transition is exhausting, and I've lost count of the number of transitions we've endured this past year. I'm tired, my...
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....
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...
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...
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...
Habit is a crazy thing. Our electricity is out. As I am talking to Sam about the problem, I walk into the next room and switch the light “on”....
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. Memories from...
I used to sing in the car to myself, to my babies, to the sky. In our “before Ireland” days, I’d wake up with the sun to drive my husband...
Each birthday I ask God for a passage to focus on for the coming year. That particular portion of Scripture becomes a companion, traveling with me as a challenging, comforting,...
I started 2016 with a prayer penned in my journal “Shape a Genesis week from the chaos of my life.” It’s a beautiful and poetic line from The Message (Psalm...
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