Well, we arrived safely in Kolkata and there is something about this place, like a piece of art.
The hues are rich and vibrant, buildings of lime green and rusted orange, sari’s of fuchsia and yellows. This has to be one of my favorite places on earth. So full of life. Beauty.
Oh, yes the poverty is here. Make no mistake, there is no missing that, but there is beauty as well. I suppose that is all life, dear sisters, room for poverty- physical poverty- poverty of spirit- poverty of finances- and beauty- beauty in the world around us- beauty in life- beauty in laughter.
Poverty. Beauty. Dwelling side by side. Continue reading
So we are in the final stretch, dear sisters and misters.
This is it.
Five days until Brooke and I take off. Continue reading
Have you ever been stuck? Like completely stuck? Like the kind of stuck, that prayer doesn’t even touch.
God I am listening. I really am, but I’m only hearing crickets right now… like nothing…still nothing.
There’s a decision to be made and everyone else seems to have an answer or know what you should do, but for the life of you, you can’t decide? Continue reading
Dear sisters (and misters… this has been the request),
I want to write to those of you who are tired- tired of being brave or strong or carrying on, and to those who have a friend in this place.
Yes, in fact, I write particularly to you… you who are seeing this from the outside. Continue reading
I rarely post pictures, but I had to because this captures us, my little team. Silly. Goofy. I love that about them. They keep me young.
And while they are growing up, today… today it was mine turn. Continue reading
The words didn’t even register. Continue reading
To my Christian friends,
I have been thinking lately about what I want to say and how it can be put in a way that you can hear me, that you can hear my heart.
First, let me say that I know you mean well. I truly do. I know most of you don’t intentionally say things that are hurtful or biting. Your intent is not to cause more pain… but often it does. You walk away thinking that you spoke God’s truth, but in reality, it may have been a sprinkling of salt on an open wound. Continue reading