A friend interviewed me today for her website, and asked me about my last three years (spent living in India). I told her about God’s personal promise to give me “a garden, in this…
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I remember the big hullabaloo when Mother Teresa’s personal diary was published. People were so distraught that amid decades of staggering poverty and suffering, this saint could have experienced moments of faith crisis and…
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So, I just unpacked. Literally. The kind where you take your jewelry out of travel kits and you buy that organizer tray for a drawer and put your makeup in it. And the suitcase…
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I have a love-hate relationship with blogging. It motivates me. It discourages me. The responses inspire me. It gives me a creative outlet and allows my volatile expressive feelings to be read by only…
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“The days are long but the years are short.” Only yesterday did I begin to experience the reality of this little saying. I was sitting with a mentor and said, “I only have one…
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If anyone ever had a support system, it was this mom, in the mountains of India. When we decided to stay and seek emotional, mental health in the midst of life and work overseas,…
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It just took us two hours to check in for our flight. Because we had excess baggage. Apparently the three staff it took to argue over it for TWO hours and talk us through…
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I missed a day in India but I’m writing just in time in America, before the end of the 4th day! Ha! This blogging-every-day during a move is a wonderful and terrible idea. It’s…
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Now that I’ve publicly committed to blogging every day this month (and I agreed to do it with my equally-competitive friend, Gina, which gives me extra motivation), I know there’s no getting out of…
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Sometimes we have choices, and sometimes we don’t. When we moved to a small Himalayan town with two rentals available (that’s right, we could only find TWO in the entire town), I really wrestled…
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Our family had a dentist recommended to us “because he went to such-and-such-a-church”. This was the last time I ever chose a professional based on their church attendance. Dr H. was a sweet older man whose hands…
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Y’all (all the people I love who read this blog)… It. Is. Cold. I’m sitting in my living room with layered thermals and scarf, the sun is shining down, the power is on and the…