“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 Saba 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
The immigrations officer looked up in delight after I greeted him in one of the simplest Swahili greetings. I swallowed the overwhelming lump of happiness and watched the random assortment of missionaries and adventurers and businessmen standing in line for their visas. How is it even real...how did I ever end up here in this … Continue reading Tanzania Tena.
I was already late for work when my travel mug tipped from it's precarious position and precious latte spurted out over my phone screen, soaked into my wallet, and ran in a little stream across the passenger seat. Today the sky over the mountains was a deep greyish blue and the metal on Soloman's roof … Continue reading How short term missions trips can actually be God-directed.
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
“Mlaja died today.” I forgot the other words in Kim's note as my mind caught a glimpse of Mlaja – 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. Mlaja, the … Continue reading Mlaja, and incapabilities.