\”Viste mi aquário?\” (\”Did you see my aquarium?\”) She grinned as she leaned over the side of the platform and stared at the tiny fish swimming in the sludge that filtered its way under and around their house. Enamored. She is a glass-half-full kinda gal. My sandal snapped and the sludge oozed between my toesContinue reading “Seeing the Aquarium in the Sludge”
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Behind the Picket Fence
She stood there, cautiously baring her heart to me. Her words said to me that she thought I had it together. She thinks I know what the heck I’m doing every day when I wake up and all the things from near and far are calling my name. Instantly my mind went back to aContinue reading “Behind the Picket Fence”
{Don\’t} Be Careful
We recently invited a young hippie couple to live with us for an undefined period of time. We met them randomly about two months ago when they were walking down the street to sell their artisans. Our friend and ministry partner saw them with their awesome instruments {and awesome hair!} and said it would beContinue reading “{Don\’t} Be Careful”
The Futility of Busyness {and the richness of waiting}
a reflection of three years living and loving overseas When I close my eyes and {try to} imagine Christ, for some reason I never picture Him up and running around, busy. I picture a peaceful calm. Yet at the same time I know He is constantly at work among us, through us, in us. WhenContinue reading “The Futility of Busyness {and the richness of waiting}”
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