Homespun Holiday: The Heart Longs for what the Heart Longs for

I’m wordless this morning. Nothing presses on my heart. I just feel contentment—pure and unadulterated contentment. There’s something to be said about serenity; the kind that graces you unexpectedly, like a cool breeze that tingles your neck on a muggy day. Our home sparkles with Christmas lights, and I sigh, “I’m done.” A hand-stitched patch …

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 …

The Stranger’s Gift of Clarity

The Stranger Dogging my steps, stalked a man in the shadows. With hat pulled down and trench coat covering his face, he followed at a distance Fear gripped my throat as I clutched my cloak, like a desperate mother pulling her children to safety. Try as I might to ignore his pursuit, the sound of rainwater squishing between …

Homespun Holiday

There is something irresistible about a homespun holiday, the kind my Mama always made, and I tried to emulate throughout the years. Handmade decorations of crimson red and pine tree green dance upon garlands, if you squint your eyes and imagine. Twinkling lights reflect off cream-colored walls as snowmen perch high upon shelves. If you …

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