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”

When Living the Dream Feels More Like a Nightmare

“These are our ‘good ole’ days’, you know?” I said to him as we precariously swerved through the potholes of the washing-away-street, us and our three kiddos all crammed up on our motorcycle going home after a dinner out because neither of us could decide who was less tired enough to cook. One day, theseContinue reading “When Living the Dream Feels More Like a Nightmare”

We Are Those People

It\’s 5:30am on Christmas Eve and I\’m wide awake. Not because of the excitement of Christmas less than 24 hours away, but because of a quirky little girl who refuses to fall back asleep unless I\’m actively bouncing her rocking chair with my foot. In fact, if it weren\’t for the calendar telling me today\’sContinue reading “We Are Those People”

Dear God, I Think I get it

Dear God, It\’s me again. Today, Richard was cussed out by the blessing [in disguise?] that you have put in our lives. We have sacrificed our time and resources to help them. We have given above and beyond what we thought we could give. We\’ve spent money, gas (and that\’s not cheap if you haven\’tContinue reading “Dear God, I Think I get it”