It’s just another day here in Spain. It’s strange celebrating holidays that aren’t celebrated in our country of residence. The world around us zips by at its normal pace while we baste a turkey or set off fireworks and grill burgers. Once, I even celebrated Christmas in North Africa. That was the strangest of all. Continue reading Happy Thanksgiving!
I’m excited to return to Spain, to find a new normal that doesn’t feel like an in-between normal. But I want to weep when I think of leaving behind my beloved in-between. Continue reading Not where I belong
There was nothing to do except try to fall back asleep. But trying was like sweeping up a pile of ants: as soon as I gathered my thoughts, they ran every which way and I started to panic because I knew I needed sleep to face my to-do list for tomorrow. Continue reading In its season
Crisp fall air. Charcoal smoldering in a grill. A porch swing caught in a breeze, beckoning. Drying corn along quiet country roads. Baby giggles. Sun-scented laundry. Family wedding plans… Continue reading Happy fall!
Obeying when it doesn’t make sense is a struggle for me. Is it for you too? Continue reading Obeying when it doesn’t make sense
Regardless of how others respond to your experience, it still happened. So now what? Continue reading Made in God’s image: thoughts on sexual harassment- Part 2
You are “very good” because you were created in God’s image. It’s integral; you cannot be separated from it. Continue reading Made in God’s image: thoughts on sexual harassment- Part 1
Who is that woman in the mirror staring back at me?
Glazed eyes from sorting through language notes all day. Almost in tears from how much there is still to learn and how does she start? Really start? Continue reading The woman in the mirror
[David] had his days in lockdown too, hiding in caves, fearing for his life. Outside of lockdown, he had marriage problems, disobedient children, years of war, etc. Yet, he says that he knows God’s goodness and steadfast love are in those days too. Continue reading Stop and wonder
It was almost 11 p.m. on Saturday evening.
Below me rang voices of a family celebrating the close of a day long fast. Day 2 of Ramadan.
Beside them was the bouncing of a hollow ball against concrete walls and ceiling and the laughter from a family typically strained, but not tonight. Continue reading Together and separate: a quick update
