What does the morning after Thanksgiving look like for you? Choose gratitude over regret. … More Are you still grateful?
Lessons learned from being Odd Man Out. It’s not all bad. … More Odd Man Out
We don’t want to talk about it. We avoid it at all costs, yet it keeps invading our life and peace. Death — It’s that horrible reality that won’t let us alone to enjoy our days in blissful ignorance. No, death is what makes a child grow up faster than need be. Death is what … More The Message of Death
It was a dream come true. I’d found the man who was called by God to serve in missions, led to the same people group, full of the same excitement to see what God would do as we followed his will. Though there were adjustments during our first year of marriage, we were too busy … More Marriage and Ministry
I’d been eight months in the country. It was my first of many experiences: First time living away from family. First time overseas. First time living on my own. First time in a job where I was responsible for the work being done. First time living with the consequences of my actions when no one … More Lessons Learned
She’d heard the words herself. There was no need to wait to confirm. When an opportunity presented itself, she let it all out. Little did she know she’d only heard part of the story. Though I watch it every year, I still get mad at Emma, the nosy housekeeper in the 1954 movie, White Christmas. She … More What if they hadn’t waited?
The year I graduated from college, I left home to spend two years in the Ivory Coast. Being a French major, I worked in a publication house for French-speaking West Africa. Now, thirty-some years later, I look back at my journals and see how I’ve changed or haven’t changed. I wrote about thinking how hard … More The Outsider
The day before had been rough, and when I came into work the next morning, I was talking with a colleague about how tired I had been. He commiserated with me, saying he’d felt the same and had gone home the night before and debriefed with his wife. That’s when he said it, and I … More Who do you go home to?
I finished my work in the house, so headed out to the shop to see if there was any way I could help my son with what will definitely be the hardest part of letting go of the place that’s been home for the last ten years. He wasn’t cleaning, but working on just one … More Scraps
There are some moments in life you never forget. They become embedded pictures in your mind, even when the details grow fuzzy. My first visit to an African marketplace did it for me. The year was 1986. Only a few months in the capital city of Abidjan, Ivory Coast, a friend took me to the … More First Impressions