Overheard at the park just now:
“What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing; you already told her twice.” Continue reading
Overheard at the park just now:
“What do you tell a woman with two black eyes? Nothing; you already told her twice.” Continue reading →
Tuesday will be our first election day back in the US, and yet we’re further from voting now than we were last year across the ocean.
One of the harder aspects of relocating from a missionary field to our hometown has been the loss of collegiality.
I have always enjoyed food—the joy of exploring different tastes and textures, the excitement of experimenting and creating something new, the delight of sharing discoveries and successes with others, the pleasure of fellowship around the table, and the comfort of familiar favorites.
I try to grow in my faith and understanding, to follow Jesus ever more closely, and to speak only things that uplift, inspire, inform, or amuse.
Like most people I know, though, I am human, and I sometimes say the wrong thing clearly or the right thing imperfectly.
Anything I say poorly is my own fault and should not be taken to reflect the views of my God, my church, my fellow Christians, or the missionary organization through which I formerly worked.
The opinions expressed on this site are my own opinions. They are not necessarily the opinions or views of my former employer, SIM, or any current or future employers.