I tried to take a picture of the moon
I tried to take a picture of the moon tonight. It looked so beautiful with a star shining underneath, I wondered if I could capture it and share it. Unfortunately,…
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Burned out and salty, facing the fire
I've felt a bit worn lately. Burned out and salty is a better description, I think. The year started in a challenging way. I hoped that after we got to…
It’s never over. A life of continuing education.
It’s never over until it’s over. Just when you think you’ve done enough in one area of your life and won’t have to learn anything new (cue dramatic music), here…
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You have to win a battle to declare victory
I wrote a post not long ago about facing the fire. The fires of life can burn hard. In the past, I wasn’t really good at owning up to what…
The water is off today, how to live with unpolished nails
The water is off today. I thought I had prepared for the usual water cut by setting the timer on my washer. Sad fact: I had this washer for over…
Am I the only one? When I’m not okay
I get disappointed when I don’t get what I want. Like a little child throwing a tantrum, but I keep the tantrum inside. After all, it would be embarrassing for…
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Learning how to cross-country ski, operation face-plant
Everyone has a story. Mine isn’t more remarkable than anyone else’s but just for the sake of background, I’ll fill you in. I am a first-generation Finn. My parents, both…
When sparrows fly: a journey from broken to beautiful
Simply put, brokenness and scars make us perfect candidates to carry God into a broken world. We can relate! This also means that when we are out among the storms and waves of this world, we will be wounded again.
A journey of hope and healing – Clinic in Malawi
I've been home for a week. Even though I've been working in Africa as a missionary with my husband since 1987 and have taken part in many outreaches of all…
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No more laundry: a journey in grief
I wasn't expecting this memory to come up today. It's been nine years, nearly ten, since my brother, Matthew passed away. In the past few weeks, I've been thinking about…