Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
Dear David, Soak in the words of these verses from Isaiah 54:9-10: ""This exile is just like the days of Noah for me: I promised then that the waters of Noah would never again flood the earth. I'm promising now no more anger, no more dressing you down. For even if the mountains walk away and the hills... Continue Reading →
Dear David, End of a long day . . . I'm sure yours have felt even longer. Although I have only received a couple of emails from you, I treasure the knowledge that you are okay. No news is good news. After almost missing my flight this morning due to an alarm clock malfunction, I... Continue Reading →
Dear David, Florida landscape flies by, as sandy salt water dries on my toes and ankles, remnants of a long walk along the Daytona coastline this morning. The beach has always been my place of solace, my place of magic, my place of refuge. I think I have always been able to imagine myself as... Continue Reading →
Dear David, I dropped two pennies in an Italian wishing well today, arched my neck in laughter, and then prayed for miracles. Surrounded by "Make a Wish" messages at Disney, I've been making several. Praying for the safety and health of your team in Africa. Praying for purpose in the face of your students' exhaustion.... Continue Reading →
Dear David, Six days have already begun to weigh heavy on my heart. On this day of Thanksgiving, this day of celebration, I miss you sharing in the magic of what has been. After sleeping about four hours in the last forty, my fingers can barely type the words I so desperately want to share... Continue Reading →
Dear David, I eagerly logged on to my friend's computer this morning in her adorable clapboard house in North Carolina, hoping for an email update. Hoping to hear your voice breathe life through black-and-white words. Hoping to know how the Talibe street boy outreach went yesterday. Hoping to know how the team is handling the heat and... Continue Reading →
“It is Thanksgiving at TSA,” a harried security employee quipped, as my line slowly moved through the body scanner at the airport. Her lined face aged as holiday-goers crept forward. Carry-ons through x-ray machine. Shoes off. “Sir, SIR, belt off. That’s right, Sir. You must take your belt off.” Arms up. Stand right there. Stand... Continue Reading →
Dear David, It is 12:35 p.m. in Dakar right now. Lunch time. Maybe. Last year, food was often late. Never once, however, did a single student complain. They had made a student-initiated pact at the beginning of the trip to not whine about anything. Although they were pushed to their spiritual, emotional, and physical limits, they... Continue Reading →
Yesterday, shivers made merry with the glorious reds and yellows outside my living room windows. A summer hold-out finally gave in to the claim of lingering frost, green leaves transforming themselves into their pre-winter wardrobe. Today, reds and yellows curled into brokens and browns, dropping away with the wind. Beauty. Here for a day. Now... Continue Reading →
Dear David, Remind the kids to remember. Write it down. Keep a record. Fill a journal. Etch memories into their hearts. "Taste and see that the LORD is good." I am coming to realize that remembering is integral to giving thanks. Remembering is the precursor to trust and faith. Without remembering how Christ has performed... Continue Reading →
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