One of my favorite places in the world is Charleston, South Carolina. And almost every time I visit, we stop for a few minutes to visit the Angel Oak. This 400-year-old mammoth of a tree has withstood countless storms and witnessed centuries of history and change in its long life in the Low Country. I've… Continue reading Planted and Fruitful
Category: Christian Living
A Girl Called Norman
"Tragedy has struck..." My stomach churned as I felt an odd sense of what those words might mean. There were no details in the Facebook post, but in my mind I immediately sensed at a gut level what had occurred. I hoped I was wrong and continued scrolling. This morning, I stumbled upon the post… Continue reading A Girl Called Norman
Fig Trees and Texts from Home
This past Saturday, I received a text message from my mother: “Have daddy in ER- they are transferring him to Greenville- think he is having heart attack…” Zach and I had gone to London for the day, and I had just paid my 50p to use the public toilet (yes, they make you pay for… Continue reading Fig Trees and Texts from Home
Just Keep Pedaling
Zach and I have been in England for over a week now. Long enough to get over jet lag. Long enough to explore the area, get lost a few times, learn our way home, make friends, try fish and chips, go to church. And long enough to buy bicycles. In Cambridge, cycling is one of… Continue reading Just Keep Pedaling
Childhood Dreams, Adult Responsibilities
I was apparently no good at geography as a child. I distinctly remember watching A Little Princess (not the Shirley Temple version, mind you, the other one) and crying big, fat, elementary-school-girl tears at the plight of poor Sarah Crewe as she was forced to work in the streets outside her orphanage. I cried for Sarah,… Continue reading Childhood Dreams, Adult Responsibilities
Each Winding Path 