Something Beautiful: One Day in the Life of My Husband and of Me

This is the story of my husband's day yesterday and this is the story of mine: His:  Benjamin drove a team of fifteen college-aged students out to a cistern work site in a village about an hour away, stopping to pick up more supplies on the way.  He worked in cooperation with the local foreman in… Continue reading Something Beautiful: One Day in the Life of My Husband and of Me

The Story of our House Helper: The Power of the Gospel is Greater than Power Distance

"Mama, she is sitting alone on the floor in the corner of my room with her plate, eating her lunch there!" cried my then 7-year old son.  This was the second time we saw Tere, our once-a-week "maid" take her afternoon lunch break this way.  Not only that, but she shuffled when she walked and… Continue reading The Story of our House Helper: The Power of the Gospel is Greater than Power Distance

Easter Here is Not the Same as Easter There

In a culture where the name of Jesus is not unknown to anyone, the meaning of His death and life is strangely obscure. Which is why, in some ways, it is said that it is harder to bring others to the Gospel here than in a Muslim country. Why? Here, they are so close, yet so far away. So very far away. Here, Jesus stays on the cross. His suffering is still happening and the more one can share in that suffering the greater one can earn favor in heaven and heaven itself. Which is why, when working in many of the villages where the more "simple" dwell, there is little grumbling or complaining. They are conditioned to be content with their lot in life not out of gratitude, but more so out of the belief that if they suffer well and suffer much, divine favor will rest upon them.

A Scroll of Remembrance: Out of Secondary Infertility and Into A Gift

After the birth of our now 14-year old Larsen, I experienced several years of secondary infertility.  Losing our first babe and then the miracle of our oldest son, we wondered if perhaps we would have only one biological child.  I remember those years.  Lars would lay his little hands on my tummy and pray, with… Continue reading A Scroll of Remembrance: Out of Secondary Infertility and Into A Gift

I Have Finally Accepted That I Cannot Change the World: The Deep Work of Humbling a Missionary

When I was a girl, I often read biographies.  Helen Keller, Abraham Lincoln, Martin Luther King Jr. and Mother Teresa stand out the most and I can still remember the shape and smell of those library pages and where I was when the ideas shook my little spirit from side to side, waking me up… Continue reading I Have Finally Accepted That I Cannot Change the World: The Deep Work of Humbling a Missionary

The Strange Gift of Disillusionment

Last week while hiking, my husband and I saw a man in black speedo-like underwear and a straw hat walking through a cactus field, tapping with a slender stick the almost ripe napoles, three scraggly dogs marching in a line behind him. We hardly blinked. This morning I passed a stately white horse--the tallest horse I have… Continue reading The Strange Gift of Disillusionment

The Humility of Literally Hitting Culture Shock

After seven months of living here in Mexico, I finally hit culture shock.  Slammed right into it. Literally. Being a mother and a wife with the inner compulsion to tend to my family and walk them well through their phases of adjustment, I came in last place to the inevitable.  We know the textbook definition… Continue reading The Humility of Literally Hitting Culture Shock

On Behalf of Women and Children, Evoke the Name of Jesus With Me!

The plight of women and children here in Mexico and specifically where we live in the Puebla/Cholula area breaks my heart. Yesterday alone I was approached in my vehicle by 3 women and 4 children (under about the age of 8). One woman was about 8 months pregnant with three beautiful brown snotty-nosed children trailing… Continue reading On Behalf of Women and Children, Evoke the Name of Jesus With Me!

Even In A Grocery Store: Join Me in Blessing A Dream

Last week, I did a bit of grocery shopping alone.   If you are/have ever been a mother of young children, you understand how delicious this is to linger in the car with your own uninterrupted thoughts and then emerge to be able to actually acknowledge the world around you.  It makes a parent feel rather… Continue reading Even In A Grocery Store: Join Me in Blessing A Dream

Silly Little Cyst: Why Sometimes God Doesn’t Miraculously Heal

On Monday I went to a local para-church ministry to meet with the special health program administer.  This is a service that helps non-insured, low income people not eligible for Medicaid (such as myself) get coverage for medical care such as surgeries.  For the several months I have had a ganglion cyst growing on my left wrist,… Continue reading Silly Little Cyst: Why Sometimes God Doesn’t Miraculously Heal

6,000 Miles and the Lessons of Presence.

 From mid-June till almost the end of August our little family spent over 140 hours in a mini-van together, traveling 6,000 miles through fourteen states and even up into Canada.  We slept in cabins, cheap hotels, trailers, apartments, farmhouses and urban neighborhoods.  Three days before our scheduled departure date, we still had no money to go.  But… Continue reading 6,000 Miles and the Lessons of Presence.

Top 10 Things Learned in the Last 23 Years: From Ben in Mexico.

In March after ten years, we returned to Mexico to serve as a family for two weeks.  Ben spoke to the students and staff at Puebla Christian school where he attended for six years, 23 years ago.   Here I wanted to give you a peek into the heart of my amazing husband through his words.… Continue reading Top 10 Things Learned in the Last 23 Years: From Ben in Mexico.

Hope of the Nations: From Angela in Central Asia.

* This post is about my travels to Central Asia to minister to women this past fall. For security reasons I cannot mention the name of this predominately Muslim nation.  When I was about five years old and sensed that my Creator was calling me to Himself, I ran.  There was a world map hanging in… Continue reading Hope of the Nations: From Angela in Central Asia.

Learners. Followers. Messengers.

 Here is just one of my reflections from this past summer of support-raising. We traveled through parts of Florida, Louisiana, Alabama, and Texas with God’s provision of protection, endurance and remarkable connections with new and old friends.  The stories of His grace and lavish love in the lives of so many blessed us.  We know Him more now… Continue reading Learners. Followers. Messengers.

What Is That To You?

Nothing undermines and deflates our growth as women, our relationship with God, our marital joy and our vision in mothering as much as falling into the trap of comparing ourselves with others. Consider this a personal confession.   Several weeks ago a young woman asked me how to stay focused each day with energy, passion and purpose. I replied, " Know your race well and know where you… Continue reading What Is That To You?