Common Sense: An Essential Life Skill for Mothers

Last night, I dreamed that living my life was like driving a car. I needed to renew my license, but to pass the test I had to answer twelve questions correctly. A woman, a guide of sorts, ran my test through a scanner and out came eleven coins. She explained that I needed one more …

Drawing Strength from Home

I remember the summer before I left for the mission field. My plans included a return home for several months so I could prepare to move across the world. I was going to attend a YWAM (Youth With a Mission) Discipleship Training School in the Netherlands.  The classes were held at Heidebeek, the international missionary …

This is family. This is church.

In a lower-income neighborhood by the school where I teach is "The Neighborhood Impact House." A local church* provides a cozy family environment with homework help, arts and crafts, music lessons, sports activities, a community garden, and a kid-friendly bible study. Children and youth flock to this home, and I go more for the gifts of …

Moving Day Mourning

Tomorrow is moving day. I will drive our truck down to Santa Monica and help my son, Josiah, move the last of his possessions into storage.  He had to sell or give away his furniture because our home and shed are full. Yet, neither he nor I could bear to part with the oak dresser his Uncle Steve made for him before he …

The Reminders

Sometimes we need reminders of what is most important in our lives. God gently nudges us towards what is right, true, and redemptive. I, for one, become quite self-indulgent while working on my many projects. This morning, I rummaged through some papers and I came across a reminder.            Rereading this letter brought a precious memory to …

The Gift of Time

What a glorious Mother’s Day I had! A Skype video call from my daughter, Elya, surprised me and then a brunch with my other daughter, Andy, and the women in our family delighted. We enjoyed talking, laughing, and celebrating! After that I drove down to Santa Monica for “the surprise” my son had planned. We walked around to the back of his …

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