I’ve grown a lot this year. Aside from the year our firstborn died at birth, I think this has been the most stretching year of my life. And honestly, the year that Max died was less a stretching than a ripping. Everything burst at the seams, and I had to put it back together again. This year has been stretching in the true sense of the word. A lot of discomfort – discomfort as I sent both of my children to full time school for the first time and watched my son struggle and st

I’ve been on mountains like this. No, thank God, I have never literally been on a mountain during an earthquake! But I’ve climbed the wrong mountain. I’ve made things that shouldn’t be mountains into mountains that I then clung to until they slipped into the sea, leaving me soaking wet and looking for a life raft.  

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

came across this verse the other day and was reminded of how I held on to it when I was raising my daughters. My focus then was on cultivating faithfulness in their lives, and while I think that is an apt application, I also think it is a limited one.  Let's take a closer look.

I honestly don’t know how to sit down and write a feel-good blog post for well-meaning Christian women to read right now.