some thoughts on faithfulness twenty years later…

some thoughts on faithfulness twenty years later…

Twenty years ago I stood in the cafeteria of Azusa Pacific University and dreamt of a day that I would walk onto a college campus as a student. Twenty years ago I stood behind a cafeteria food counter and served morning breakfast foods to affluent, educated college...
attitude and air snaps…

attitude and air snaps…

Oh Internet, I can’t do it. I just can’t do it! Try as I may, I can’t pull off being a low-maintenance woman with emotional stability. Deep down inside I want to believe that I don’t need hair conditioner and my Temperpedic bed, but I do. And...
soul mates…

soul mates…

The plane fluttered about and my cup of water gently rippled from the turbulence. I grabbed Matt’s hand and smiled at him. What are you thinking about, he asked. I replied with a shrug. Bianca, I can tell when you are thinking about something that scares you...
being married to a missions pastor…

being married to a missions pastor…

What living with the Mobilization Missions Pastor looks like: Matt: Did you know the lotto is up to 453 million dollars? Me: No way! Wow, maybe we should play. Come on, it’s only one dollar! Matt:  Why? What what you do if you won 453 million dollars? Me: Oh muh...
broken…

broken…

Today I made a boiled egg for a breakfast.* In my haste of trying to get out the door, I placed my egg into a clear baggy and raced out of the door. By the time I reached the office, pulled out my laptop, and placed my lunch on my desk, I realized my boiled egg had...

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