I write rather sporadically about the integration of faith and thoughtful, artful life, along with the vocation of motherhood and missions here in a desert valley of Oaxaca, Mexico. To learn more about the ministry here and see plenty of photos, visit our website.

December 2019

I’m a wife of 22 years to Benjamin, a mother of four (20, 15, 11 & 4), lover of the triune-God, writer, hungry bible student, missionary, and painter. In all of these, I am still in-process, under construction.

I “prink,”… pray and think a lot. I’m passionate about growth in all its forms and am ever attentive to this cycle and nurture this along; this is my favorite part of mothering and drives most of my relationships and ministry.

I love quiet, order, shalom peace, big-picture thinking and planning, beauty, truth, kindness, and ideas. Fresh carrot juice, multiple cups of tea a day, natural health, gardening, wearing blue jeans and t-shirts with hiking boots, exploring through the mountains and woods, reading, sunshine, and warmth, shopping in local outdoor markets, gardening, picking wildflowers, and the calming colors of blues, greens and whites are all some of my favorites.

I’m painfully slow-paced and deliberate, usually trying to still somehow do too much as if I don’t know all eternity has begun before me. Altogether too serious, my animated and bustling family has relaxed my natural earnestness. I struggle to have competence with anything mechanical, math, science, or linguistically-related, but thankfully, my husband does not. For those into personality typology, I’d fall under an INFJ and vacillate between a 5W4 or 4W5.

Near into my mid-forties, I’m finding it strange to get older. Yet, it is ripening, and it is good. Much of my old angst and wrestling is gone. Many of my longings for life have been defined and refined. Much healing into wholeness has transpired.

Some things are settled. Some things are not worth the time nor the energy. Living to please or appease others is one of them.  It is better to bless and honor. 

Holiness and happiness are compatible. The larger picture is of greater importance.  As is maintaining an inner rest and an undisturbed peace under the easy yoke of Jesus.  

Life does consist of seasons.  Within them, we are only required to steward the particular portions entrusted to us. Maturity is most often exhibited by daily putting one’s hand to the plow, quietly utilizing and managing all entrusted resources.

I have a personal theology of suffering which has taken me into the arms of wise, sovereign, divine Love. I have got an equally firm conviction in the power of prayer and free-will.  God’s mercy is great; big enough to be tender towards my frailty, limitations, and ignorance. His gospel of salvation is more wondrous than I can grasp.  I need it anew every day, every hour.

I believe in the economy of the Kingdom of God; He does not help those who help themselves; instead, He is our Good Father that richly provides us everything for our enjoyment, giving ample seed to those who sow. May I be generous, as He is in abundance. Humility is complete dependence and Great is Thy Faithfulness.

There is much ground covered in the living and in the learning, after all these years. And yet I sense, a pressing to go higher in for, ‘there remains very much land left to possess’ (Joshua 13:1).

These writings (and paintings) are my tracks through this land, the ongoing proof of my pilgrimage. May this space somehow serve you.

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