I don’t know what to say to this.
I am broken and speechless about this prayer request this morning: BANGLADESH. “There are some things that are just hard to put into words. Even though we live in this impoverished nation of Bangladesh, we are still shielded from some of the everyday tribulations of life of most of the
Hundred things
Sometimes you just need to get it out of your system. I vented last night and cried and gnashed my teeth and while it was painful to look in the mirror, call things the way they really were, after it I did that, I could begin a new journey without
No more complaining…
about laundry. a friend that recently returned from some time in North Africa was rejoicing this week over how fun laundry was. After she quit laughing at my twisted face, thinking of those two words together ‘laundry’ and ‘rejoicing’ she explained: Where she lives (with her husband and two year
Elevator Pitch (book idea)
I’ve been rolling around an eBook idea. “About what,” you ask? So glad you did. It would be about: How we can change the world from our doorstep. How we can impact the world by obeying what He’s called us to. For me, it is impacting the world by working
I believe in you
Even at 33, on this journey I am on, this rings true today: Aren’t you the little one That hid in my arms afraid of the thunder? Are these the little hands That held so tight to mine? Didn’t we both agree you’d never grow up And now here we
How gender selective abortions increase sex trade
I was stunned by this article: July 08, 2011 (from www.breakpoint.org) On Sunday, June 26th, CNN aired a heart-breaking report, “Nepal’s Stolen Children.” The documentary, narrated by actress Demi Moore, told the story of Nepalese girls who were sold into slavery and turned into prostitutes in neighboring India. During the
Your story
She’d just clipped the corner of the coffee table and had slowed down long enough to find me. What she didn’t know, was that I had seen the whole thing. Seen the chase, the excitement, the scrape against the table. I hug her and in the best way a two
A long, but good silence
It’s been almost three weeks since I have blogged…so sorry. I have had many things running through my head, but hard to know what to share, how to articulate, and if all that’s rolling around up there really would make sense. I’ll try over the next days to write out
Why Not?
This little guy sits in our bathroom as decoration. My kids beg at least two-three times a month for me to open the package and use him for bath time. Today, after much begging on their part and trying to explain that he was just soap “decoration” on my part,