stories: part two…
We sat outside of the cafe under a yellow umbrella and sipped cool drinks. I stared down the street thinking about what Matt said. The weight of his words. The love in which he spoke them. And I knew he was right. Being away from home provides introspection that I...
stories: part one…
I started in the car. Then I continued in the hotel. Then on the stationary bike. Then on the treadmill. Then at the breakfast table. Then in bed. As in, back in bed. And that’s when Matt drew the line. It was the first day of our official vacation. One week for...
walls…
The museum was full of interesting facts and statistics I never knew. There were 2,000 dogs underfed and waiting to be released. 15,000 landmines buried beneath the ground along the border. 21,000 foot soldiers and patrol thwarting people from coming across. The wall...
lost in translation…
Oh Internet, I feel so lost! Gone are the days when I could speak English, fast and furious. I am relegated to facial expressions, hand signals, and blank stares when my German friends ask me for a drink, offer me food, or attempt to speak to me. Worst of all,...
global…
The engines roar and the cabin is silent. Sleeping Americans rest weary heads before waking up in a in Europe… a land filled with history waiting to be explored. For Matt and I, its more than a chance to get away or relax. It is a way to bridge local churches...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
