I want to tell you my secret. Not long ago, I was engaged to my now husband. We’d met in Africa, and fallen into a frenzy of love and hopes and dreams. I’d never considered that I was breaking new grounds by falling in love with a Black person, an African. All I knew was … More old old wounds
I don’t what it is about motherhood that makes you all nostalgic, but it really really does. Perhaps it’s the knowledge that I can not be as fully reckless and fearless as I used to be as a young 20something. I had no concern of death or kidnapping, and I enjoyed living in the slums … More Reminding me
I was tired, you see, and not in any mood to meet handsome strangers. It must have been over 100 degrees at 3 in the morning, and I don’t remember meeting you. I vaguely remember making a mental note to stay away from you, you tall, dark and handsome stranger, who would, undoubtedly fall in … More
I have never had a problem loving God. Growing up a pastors kid, I saw a lot of things in the church. I saw beauty, and love and community. And I saw ugliness. Power struggles, envy, bitterness. Basically, I saw humans being humans. I saw humans, in their human way, doing what we do best: … More the thing about love
Let me be clear: We did not move to Washington, beautiful friends and family! But we are doing something pretty crazy. It all began two weeks ago when our Discipleship Training School was all set to begin, except for one small factor: We only had 5 students. Typically, to break even financially in one of … More we did not move, everybody.
My heart has been so full lately. The last two years have been extremely hard for this little family. From moving back to the US after a long stint in Africa, to getting pregnant (and not knowing how to even handle that!) to getting Steven’s green card (and a lawyer, and thousands of dollars spent … More consider this my war cry.
It’s that time again. That Bi-annual time of year when I resurrect this lonesome blog with a new post! Aren’t you all so lucky. Again, in the heat of life and schools and africa and babies, I tend to put writing on the wayside. It is not my intention to seem silent or far, but … More calm and crying.