Sitting there in the corner of that little 500 square foot house, I looked around the room at the little faces of the kids that had gathered together that Saturday afternoon, almost thirty of them. It was hot and cramped and little two-year-old Francisco was not happy that his mom had brought him there. TaiwaniContinue reading “Grace from His Fullness”
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If It Were Me
We drove by her in the taxi today. Her daughter was by myside and I pulled her in closer to me, just in case she had spotted her, too. I felt it in the pit of my stomach, rising up as it does every time we cross paths. Even if she doesn’t see me, IContinue reading “If It Were Me”
I Finally Let Myself Say It
I finally let myself say it. I\’ve been waiting for someone else to say it. Another mom. Another missionary. Anyone really. But no one ever did. They\’d say, \”Wow, how do you do it?\” or watch while I fumble–oh how I fumble–at trying to control screaming, whining, disobedient children, be a “good” missionary, maintain myContinue reading “I Finally Let Myself Say It”
S T R E A M S + T H O R N S 