When Naomi left her hometown for a foreign country, Moab, the Bible doesn’t tell us how she felt. All we know is that she went along with her husband and two sons, in search of food. The family of
2017 was a year of tough decisions and transitions, and also a year of experiencing God’s love in amazing ways through His community. And even as I look back, one thought that stayed with me through most of the year
Last summer I truly believed I would never experience anything so uncomfortable as moving halfway across the world to serve in an HIV clinic in New Delhi. This year, however, I moved back to the city I grew up in
It’s not often that an auditor with an MBA from the U.S. changes career paths to become a Montessori teacher. It’s even less likely that they would start a preschool in India with the sole purpose of reaching out
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 have been in a state of survival for years now. Every time I start to get things under control (which is really an illusion, by the way) something upends my calm and hurtles me headlong back into chaos. Whether
“ . . . sit alone and keep silent . . . ” (Lamentations 3:28). This is probably the most difficult task to undertake in this day and age. Not the sitting alone part; that most of us are quite adept at
This has been a particularly difficult post to write in more ways than one. Even now, as I type these words, my mind seems to be swirling with so many disjointed thoughts; I doubt one post would suffice or do