When I was seven, my family moved across the world to spend 12 years in Mongolia. I still remember the day our plane touched down and the drive from the airport, drinking in the new sights, sounds, and smells: the Soviet-style apartment buildings, the old women sitting together in their traditional Mongolian coats, the little kids walking home from school with their ice cream cones, the tiny shops along the road that sold everything from Coca-Cola to socks, and the unfamiliar language that grew to be so sweet to my ears.
Above and Beyond
One day late last summer, Judah came home from having coffee with a friend who was getting ready to move out of state…
Great (Vacation) Expectations
I was awakened from slumber by the sound of my alarm. 6:30 AM, already…
A Call to Discernment
Hey friend, would you have time for a call?…
Infused With Grace
This past summer I gave birth to our precious son, Jack. Early in my pregnancy with him, I was diagnosed with anemia…
Dear Single Sister
If you are a single woman who is seeking to love, obey, and be satisfied in Christ, this letter is for you. I pray it will infuse hope and renewed vision into your current calling, serving as a boost where you are thriving or a comfort where you are struggling…
Mind Your Own Eyes
One evening not long ago we had just settled our family down for dinner, hushing our four kiddos and instructing them to close their eyes and fold their hands for prayer…
Loving Others Together
Loving people in intentional ways like this has become a bit more challenging since having children…
Gospel-Centered Productivity
I sat on my bed in the dusk of evening, snuggling my little son in my arms…