Want to come with me to South Africa?

Want to come with me to South Africa?

It’s been thirty pounds, give or take, since we were last home in South Africa. Thirty pounds, three and a half years, two mega care packages that took two months to arrive, countless Skype minutes, one World Cup, and a brand new baby girl. Two weeks from today...
Confessions of a reluctant renter

Confessions of a reluctant renter

Some days I’m ashamed of our house. {Sorry house} Other days I’m pretty sure our house is ashamed of me. The house and I? We have a love-hate relationship.  Some days more hate than love. You see, it’s not really my house. I’m a renter. There, I said it. I’m a...
Bare feet in church

Bare feet in church

If you’re visiting from my friend the Nester’s place this morning – welcome! So glad you stopped by. Consider the welcome mat out in your honor and the lemonade freshly poured. We’re getting a little introspective this morning, but won’t...