If I’m honest, this is something I wrestle with often. There are days I question everything: What if I’m not cut out to be a stay-at-home mom? What if the things that bring me joy also exist outside the walls of my home? What if I don’t fit neatly into the categories we’ve created for mothers?

I was a single woman in my 30s; I desired to be married, but I wasn’t really dating. I had also spent the past four summers on short-term mission trips and found it easier to talk about Jesus with strangers than with people in my life. So, without much thought, I picked the word RISK, representing a willingness to move out of my comfort zone and try new things.

Why We Do What We Do at Christmas: Reflections From a Third Culture Mom

While Advent comprises four weeks with four themes, my heart tends to get stuck in week one - hope. Probably because hope seems to be the...