when you want to go home
So, sixth grade was hands down the worst school year of my entire educational career. It was the first year of middle school, which meant that eight elementary schools were stirred up and poured through a funnel into the large vat of one building. The vat was,...
homesick for heaven
It’s when you grow up on the Atlantic seaboard, and get relocated to landlocked Nebraska cornfields. It’s that long-awaited return to the coast, when that familiar saltiness of the air reaches your nostrils before seagulls are sighted, and you know that you’re...
My Love Hate Relationship with Airports
I have a love hate relationship with airports. Okay, mostly hate. Airports are actually capable of causing my stomach to churn, heave and threaten to wretch, just by the very sight of them. It’s not that I get airsick. I don’t. Well, except for that one time when I...
story – for the (in)couragers
We massage them into the heart of an aching soul. We cup them in feeble hands and humbly offer them to another to drink, with the sincere hope that a thirst will be quenched. We crop them and edit them and slide them neatly into plastic sleeves to be tucked away...
eternal houses & heavenly dwellings
On this Lord's Day, may we reflect on the following: "Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly...
where i belong
On one of those rare occasions when I was driving alone in the car, this song by Building 429 came onto the radio: All I know is I'm not home yet This is not where I belong Take this world and give me Jesus This is not where I belong ......
when you wish you had what they have ..
As quickly as I signed into Facebook, I regretted the click of my mouse. Front and center, in perfectly clear megapixels, was the most adorably decorated baby’s room I’d ever seen. You know, the kind that only exists in magazines. Instantly, my inner being was...
ten moves in ten years
On the 2nd of July, 2002, I heaved my burgundy Jansport backpack over my shoulders, hugged my family goodbye, and boarded a plane en route to Cape Town, South Africa. My plan was to stay for six months. But you know what Proverbs 16:9 says – “In his heart a man...
moving day
This past January marked my tenth move in ten years. Among those temporary abodes in the past decade was the furnished home of some missionaries who went on furlough for a year. Our family had the privilege of looking after their belongings and their dogs while...
moving day
This past January marked my tenth move in ten years. Among those temporary abodes in the past decade was the furnished home of some missionaries who went on furlough for a year. Our family had the privilege of looking after their belongings and their dogs while...
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