The hardest gift I ever gave my son

The hardest gift I ever gave my son

by | Dec 10, 2010 | Christmas, Faith, Family

In early memory, mission music was ringing around my nursery door. I was born in Zululand. And lived my first three years there before moving inland again in South Africa. My dad was a recently graduated doctor working on a remote mission hospital. My mom was brave....
Why we never need to feel lost in translation

Why we never need to feel lost in translation

by | Dec 9, 2010 | Faith, Travel

I couldn’t speak a work of Russian when we arrived in Ukraine. Nor any Ukrainian either, come to think of it. It never occurred to me that I wouldn’t be able to read street signs, subway maps or store fronts. I felt like I was two years old all over again....

Pregnant with Christmas, Part 2: The Dancing

by | Dec 5, 2010 | Faith, Motherhood

As we travel toward December 25th, I will be marking the four weeks of Advent with this series – Pregnant with Christmas. With one child born two days after Christmas and my tummy full of another one right now, so many of my thoughts are on that teenage mother...
The hardest gift I ever gave my son

Because life is not an emergency

by | Nov 30, 2010 | Faith, Family, South Africa, Travel

Some days remembering to make myself breakfast is a victory. Because life can come at you hard and fast in the mornings. And before you know it kids are already out playing in the piles of mulch in the backyard and calling for snacks when mama hasn’t even gotten...