All in Observations
Of all the cultures, I think the Irish get it the best with grieving and lament. Of course, we see it in all sorts of tribes, too…
A few weeks ago, I was facilitating a prayer retreat for my church. We are reading through a 17th century book by a French woman, Jeanne Guyon…
My first quote on paper via my daughter, Emma Shae, who likes to make signs. She was so enamored with me saying this because she said out loud, "I wish we had some lemonade."…
For our third and final year, there were so many gifts alongside the burn of cross cultural living in a place of physical poverty. At the beginning of the year, our friends came with their children…
Year two in Uganda was living the paradox. My teammate, Leslie and I would often comment how we never got the honeymoon of living in a foreign country. We experienced deep culture shock on the drive from the airport to our adopted home and didn't quite shake it until year three…
Part two continued... this will be longer than my usual posts, but hopefully tell the story…
Everyone has a lens for poverty. It depends on where you are born and what your own exposure is. I would like to pause in sharing my own experiences in Uganda, to share what was my lens. It remains an amateur observation…
Wow. Reading this book started from a conversation with my mother in law as we commiserated how we don't listen like we want to. What a gift to share in reading with her and then I passed it on to my parents…
Part of why my husband and I married is because we both had a desire to serve the poor. He was pre-medical training and I was a giant fan of medical missions…
I had the chance to talk about the prayer ministry at our church and to answer the question... Why do we pray as a church?