Ghana: Day Seven – To Rest In His Shadow
There is still so much more I want to share about our experience in Cape Coast but until my dear friend brings her boys home, I am not entirely comfortable baring it all just yet. When those two little guys are in the U.S. and official papers are signed, THEN we will...Ghana: Day Six – A Mama in Cape Coast
My sweet friend traveling with us had been waiting to meet the two little boys that would soon become her sons for six days. Various court document snafu’s prevented their travel to us as was planned and by Thursday, a mere two days before we were due to head...Ghana: Fill My Hunger, Quench My Thirst
Because isn’t this just what really matters anyway? Car in hand, perhaps his first real possession, something to finally call his own. He peers out at what is known as “The Slave Castle” in Cape Coast, Ghana, a place in which slaves were held in the...Ghana: Who Does God Love More?
The day we traveled to Chorker was a long one and I was starving. Poor me. Though exhausted and needing to eat and tired and at the point of being unable to handle much more devastation in this one day, I am so very grateful to the time we spent in this little...On Wonder and Goats
The end of the week – a good time for few words. Want to take five minutes with me and see which ones bubble to the surface? Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not. Here’s how we do it: 1. Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing or tweaking. 2. Link...
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For When You Wash Your Phone in the Washing MachineLast week, I found myself with an unplanned hour and a house of beckoning chores demanding immediate attention. So like any woman with a house full o’ kids and a husband that works long hours, I thought I would just cram as much as I possibly could into those precious 60 minutes. I arrived home, put on my running shoes and started to RUN throughout the house, checking this and that off my list. A few minutes into my Wonder Woman mission, I grabbed a load of dirty towels and, clutching my phone in my right hand, loaded them in ..
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Church Shopping: On Finding a New ChurchIf you’ve been hurt by the church, then it’s likely the thought of ever going back to church again is right up there with oh, say getting your teeth pulled (sorry, Honey.) (My husband’s a dentist. I have to watch dental jokes and comparisons.). I need to confess I once felt the same. Honestly, when those wounds were still raw, the thought of ever stepping foot inside another church again was enough to make me physically ill. We (Jason and I) talked it over incessantly. “Maybe we could just follow Jesus and just not go to church?” we asked each ..
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Why Christians Don’t Always Have to AgreeWe sat contemplatively around the table, speaking softly about the struggles of marriage. I complimented her on her courage because for some reason, we feel shame when we admit our marriage is in trouble. I know because I’ve been there and felt it, too. I begin to share some of my own heart and experiences with my ten year old marriage, wisdom attained through the really hard places. Unfinished wisdom that still percolates and wisdom I know but don’t always allow my actions and choices to show it. I then share some heart changes I had to make in order ..
