We come home from the lake and even I am sun tanned as much as someone with an English father and Dutch mother can be. All those minnows and mornings on the quiet of a lake that’s seen my husband, his mother and his grandfather all grow up calm me. The quiet water washes over my toes, my worries, my restlessness. Home doesn’t have to be the southern hemisphere. Home lives in the memories of the people who wed their keep reading…
For those of you who don’t know, I’m a recovering “Lame Sponsor” with Compassion International. I have a checkered past when it comes to keeping up regular correspondence with the two boys we sponsor. To date, a five year old in Ghana has been out-writing me! That all changed after I traveled with Compassion to Guatemala this past September. And I got asked the same question over and over again in a language I couldn’t understand by faces I could keep reading…
I go to Guatemala and a secret goes with me. So new, so delicate, so unexpected I barely even whisper it to myself. I unwrap it on my birthday. On the day I mourn half a lifetime lived without my mother, I hear Jesus whisper, “Life!” Always He remakes. Always He knits together what is separated, fractured, to create wholeness. And isn’t this just like Him? To be going about His beautiful business while we go about ours, oblivious. Quietly keep reading…
Click to hear an audio recording of: “Why I Sing in the Dark” by Lisa-Jo, The Gypsy Mama Sometimes a song drops into your soul. And it’s as warm as the sun shining out of the chaos at midnight as a friend tic, tack, toe types beauty out of bedlam by the nightstand light as her nose drops below her keyboard and her hands never sleep. It’s shared snicker bars at 2am and a bus load of people waiting to keep reading…
We flew home from Guatemala and Compassion International late Sunday afternoon. On Monday this arrived for me in the mail. And then today, another one. The first dated July 17th and the other August 18th. One for the email I sent him and one for the birthday card, stickers and drawings from my kids. I mention this because I know so many of you, like me, have doubted the impact of letters. Whether they are ever received or what benefit keep reading…
Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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