when home is not the same

I walked down the arrivals corridor, shoulder muscles screaming for sleep after thirty hours of transatlantic travel.  My aching, swollen feet had frequented this drab stretch of carpet numerous times in the eight years leading up to this occasion, but this time was...

longing for a better country

“All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are...

comfortable

A good friend recently gave me a desk calendar from (in)Courage. One morning I flipped the page and the following quote appeared: “I don’t plan to ever get comfortable enough in this world that I forget about the real one.” ~ Heather Gemmen Wilson I...

attitudes and accents

When I stepped onto that plane just shy of 21 years old, little did I know just how much things would change. I was saying goodbye to the only town I’d ever known – a predominantly Dutch, middle-class, American suburb – and walking into the bustling, diverse...

where the heart is – a guest post

Today it is my great privilege to swap blogs with the delightful Bronwyn Lea. Bronwyn and I met at church in Cape Town, and I have had the utmost respect for her since the very beginning of our friendship.  She is a committed Christian, a dedicated wife and mother, a...

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,...