when sparrows fly
Healing, Misfit, Missionary, Missions, Perspective

When Sparrows Fly

Just yesterday after Jack Sparrow made his swift exit, I went out the front door to see if I could catch another glimpse of him. Maybe he would stay around the house?

Faith, Hope, Misfit, Missions

Off The Grid

The world has become a small place. In 1987 when we first moved to Africa, it took months to get news vial mail from "back home." Once, we went six months without knowing what was in our bank account. You may wonder why we didn't just make a phone call and find out. Well, there was no phone available to us back then. You could say we were off the grid.

Beginnings, Comfort, Hello, Misfit, Missions, New Year

Assigning Names To My Guest List

I've been busy this past year assigning names to things I went through. The list was long, filled with unfriendly designations like Frustrating, Exhausting, Debilitating, Incredulous and Difficult.