***At 32 weeks pregnant, I wrote out this blog post one morning. Exhausted and frustrated, the tears ran from my eyes as I furiously left my heart in the words I typed. Spurred into action by yet another ridiculous comment from a stranger at the store about how awful parenthood is… and tired of hearing […]
We never thought this day would come. Like, ever. — I have struggled with PCOS my whole life, and with so many ruptured cysts over the years, we thought I might have trouble getting pregnant. And well, we did. 5 years of marriage later and with no pregnancies in site, we had decided that maybe […]
As I shared in a recent post, I stayed home here in Arkansas for the majority of the summer, while Eric served in Haiti. Here is the post I shared about Christ’s plan for the everyday in my life. And the community I found while serving apart from Eric this summer After posting this I […]
I’m 6.5 months pregnant now and my feet look like they belong to the body of a sumo-wrestler. I’m sitting here in Miami at the church partner we’re working with. They have a nice little house church – complete with A/C and fans! The team is going on their 5th hour of ministry today, with […]
It’s a rather special week/day today, Eric and I are serving together on a trip. I’m running around ahead of Eric’s teams making sure everything is prepared at their next ministry location before they arrive. I drive into the orphanage gates and laugh, it’s packed. It’s almost 2:00 and you know what that means? Feeding program […]
With a full day’s errands swirling chaotically around me, I put the car in park and knock on the gate. I step into the orphanage–it’s been a whole month since I’ve been here. I rush past it everyday as I complete food deliveries, or get water, or run to town for meetings.. always busy busy. I […]
But what will those back home learn from my time gone? Only what I tell them. What will my parents think of Haiti? Only what they hear from me. They trust me, they know me, they’ll take my word for it.
The point being, for you and your mission team, it’s incredibly imperative that you are prepared for the transition back home. Coming home is where the work begins.
He tells me, “your skin is not like mine. It is white, mine is black. But we are the same. You cut me? I bleed red. I cut you? You bleed the same.
His heart and eyes and dreams are so colorful, so beautiful and big. My heart aches for his future. I plant a firm kiss on his blistering hot and sweaty forehead and whisper prayers of provision over his life.
I’m sitting here in Florida at our Winter staff meetings with PPM. Our Belize Country Coordinator told a story of a friend who was giving a devotional at a men’s meeting and ended up simply saying these three words: “I’m a mess.” And then he listed things he was thankful for. I immediately found myself […]
“What’s it like to come out on the other end of culture shock? (Does it ever end?)” Culture shock is different for each person. But what is it like coming out of the other end? What an excellent question. Culture shock is a natural response of any human after spending an extended period of time […]
Yesterday was a hard day. I was just sick of myself. Ever have those days? Tired of the same old you waking up and being stuck in the same ruts? I was, I am. I sat down to blog, like I have been trying to do for the past week, and nothing would come out. […]
