I meant to be that well put together wife who would for sure always keep my husband's mind at rest about household matters, and who would turn out well manufactured dinners and who would never leave spinach to rot in the fridge or cry when someone else wanted to talk to said husband just when … Continue reading Of Tea Tree and a New Wife
More than 12 months ago I hit publish on a blog post about finding joy and radiance in single-hood. I hesitated to do so, a wispy little thought asking whether I was willing to open myself to being tested on those points? I was, at that time, totally open to whatever it was that God … Continue reading Hello California.
“I always thought she was such a nice girl. I wonder why she's not married?” In the past four years I have heard multiple variations of this question. Of course, by saying this, we intend mostly to compliment the single woman, But it's implications are more often hinting darkly at our mythical belief that the … Continue reading When Single Women are Radiant
I thought the little bumpy things on my arms were just a chemical reaction to something new I'd used on my skin. But when they lasted several weeks after I returned from Serbia, and they became itchier, I remembered one day with a start that we had noticed Scabies scars on a close friend from … Continue reading Scabies for Jesus
I emerged from another morning in the laundry room at Camp Adesevci and found S sitting in the breezes outside. She slid over and I sank down beside her and we caught each other up on the last several days. An Iranian Arab woman whom I'd met before, joined us on the bench. She'd had … Continue reading Tears in Adesevci
There are numerous drafts on my computer but I can't bring myself to post any of them. Fall of 2017 was a season of my life in which brokenness and many wordless moments seemed to be the calling I was called too. In some ways I'm still in that season but I am so grateful … Continue reading Treasures out of darkness
“M died today.” I forgot the other words in Kim's note as my mind caught a glimpse of M – suavely watching me from across the compound, and I felt again how I'd felt then – Trying to be respectful so that he would allow me to interact with his two youngest wives. M, the … Continue reading M, and incapabilities.
When I left Texas the first time, Jo and Claire both handed me carefully scrawled cards that made me cry, they were so what I needed. I didn't know whether I'd ever see them again until heaven. Two weeks later all the higher powers decided that it'd be fine if Lana would go back to … Continue reading Mashed Potatoes and Harvey >Part 2
Miss Lucene called while I was at The French Press doing homework, and asked how soon I could be in Houston, because they need a cook next week. She thought maybe I could just fly down cuz she didn't know of a ride. I blinked and sat down to google cheap tickets. I found a reasonable … Continue reading Mashed Potatoes and Harvey >Part 1
I'd only intended to be a floater at VBS, you know, the person who walks from classroom to classroom, delivering paper towels and spoons for the dipping chocolate and escorting rows of bouncing kids to the restrooms and gets in on a little bit of everything -- motives you know? They messaged while i was … Continue reading of VBS in the mountains