My husband caught me staring into space earlier today, and asked, “What are you thinking about?” “That our house is so small,” I replied. “Other people live in still smaller homes,” he pointed out. Two things: 1. Our house is
In the busyness and blur of my wedding day, apart from my husband’s ugly one-time mustache, there is one thing I remember so clearly. It was from the sermon that was preached at the service. The preacher spoke about making a home and about hospitality.
I love the idea of home. What gets me through a long or stressful day is the thought of going back home. I would describe a perfect day as a day spent at home — no plans, no agenda, just
Shoba* had a big sister she looked up to. After she hit puberty, celebrated in some cultures, she dropped out of school because her school did not have a clean washroom. She joined her big sister at her workplace. Asha* worked
As the suggested theme for this month’s posts was ‘New’, I knew exactly what I would write about. We’d been house hunting this past month. By house-hunting, I mean the man and I had made up our minds to move,
As I sit down to write this, I am on my way back from a much-awaited and much-loved vacation in India. Five weeks of sunshine, food, family and friends has sadly come to an end. I move back to the
One of my greatest concerns as a mom is how I am nurturing my kids spiritually. Thankfully my husband and I have had many wiser people go before us, and we’ve gleaned some insights from them that we are now
I was about to walk out my front door, a free woman. My husband had offered to watch the two little ones to give me an hour alone, to be spent with a book, my Bible, my journal, and hopefully