I began to pursue thanksgiving when I began teaching a little over five years ago. In my personal time with God every day, I listed in my journal ten things I counted as blessings. A couple years later, I found a baby-blue, soft leather copy of Ann Voskamp's 1,000 Gifts. This book intrigued me for two reasons. … Continue reading In Everything Give Thanks
They never tell you when you move four and half hours away from home, cross an international border, and exchange the name "teacher" for the name "student" that you will face an identity crisis so piercing that it leaves you feeling empty. In the process of developing one's self, you loose pieces, find other long-lost … Continue reading Framed
"If we are not willing to question our own belief, then we are not ready to question someone else's." --Y. M. L.
Desiring to walk into the day with cheerful acceptance of all the hard moments, Investing energy and prayers and all the will-power one can muster and Still saying things, doing things that prove how broken the insides are. Crying uncontrollable tears that stream salt water across burning cheeks Of shame at being found out, that … Continue reading Discouragement
May I liken God to water? Growing up in a solid Christian home, I was born with my toes dipping into the water, and in childhood, I innocently splashed in the shallows of a great lake. As I got older, I waded in a little deeper, learning more about Him. Then, somehow, sometime, some way … Continue reading Living Water
I was moaning to mom about my ginormous pile of bags that I was taking to Faith Builders with me. I am not a stuff person and found the sorting, packing, and decision making process somewhat stressful. She reminded me that I am moving after all. Moving or not, in times like these I wish … Continue reading & I Dare to Call My Blog What?
Early spring, gray sky lingered over the greening lawn and swaying evergreens that hugged the community center that Sunday. Visiting a newly planted church, I had already taught the children’s Sunday school, joined the morning worship, eaten a delicious potluck lunch, and played a few wanna-be rounds of spike ball when I went downstairs craving … Continue reading In Scents of Time