"All the way my Savior leads me, cheers each winding path I tread."
"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
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
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
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
