Once a month or so I write a devotional for an online Bible reading and discipleship group that I help coordinate and lead. It’s for TCKs and largely by TCKs. I’m the only non-TCK in WorldVenture’s group. That’s by design. This week we’re chewing on 1 Kings 6-8. To save you from guessing what it’s [...]
It’s a fight. My feelings tussle with my knowledge. Over and over the struggle continues because of one small but jam-packed word: Beloved
This is a meditation I wrote my church and our experiential walk through the Stations of the Cross. May you know the deep, deep love of God during this holy week and beyond.
I don’t know how many times I’d read the words before. I’m sure I’d read them. It seems impossible that I hadn’t, but they never jumped out at me the way they did that day during my first year in Africa.
During my first trip to Hungary a million or so years ago, I visited an amazing little town called Szentendre. The place overflows with beautiful crystal, gorgeous Hungarian embroidery . . . and matryoshka, Russian nesting dolls.
If I had to identify a love language for my family, it would be gifts.
I know why I do what I do . . . but there are days when I lose sight of it.
I don’t particularly like being on the precipice wondering if the next step is solid or fatal.
I struggle with knowing how God sees me and how I see myself.
This is Easter. I can’t think of a better way to sum it up.