Jericho

It's while I'm sitting across from a friend that I look out the front window and see Tony on the sidewalk across the street walking slow with one of the kids from the mission. He's one of the first kids I ever met in those early days - one of the first to welcome this … Continue reading Jericho

When Thanksgiving Doesn’t Look the Same.

The sun is setting so much earlier now - the dark settles in long before the little ones are ready for it to. We light candles and flip switches, forgetting how powerful the pull of light can be.I witnessed the truth of it last night in the aftermath of turkey and stuffing, in the reminding … Continue reading When Thanksgiving Doesn’t Look the Same.

Short-term missions…and why my kids will probably stay home.

I think I've figured out the frustration I feel as I watch them walk up and down these streets most days. Them in their white button up shirts and straight ties, pressed black pants and backpacks slung nonchalantly over their shoulders.I've figured out my frustration over their boldness in approaching strangers who carry brown paper … Continue reading Short-term missions…and why my kids will probably stay home.