The Green Dress. What We Know Now.
The steel grey winter sky is a familiar welcome. I’ve heard the summers in St Petersburg are beautiful – with only four hours of darkness, the city comes alive...
Tootsie Rolls. Because Chocolate is Required.
My kitchen is covered in cocoa and sugar, thanks to a wayward bowl that mysteriously jumped off the counter, doing a lovely swan dive as it fell in slow-motion....
Give Us Vision, Lest We Perish.
In simple humility, let our gardener, God, landscape you with the Word, making a salvation-garden of your life.” James 1:21MSG The single beautiful blossom greeted me at the Jamaica School...
In Eden, They Laugh. Loud and Bold and Beautiful.
The road is rough and winding, and at times it feels as if it folds in on itself as it snakes around vine-covered trees and deep valleys. But at...
Embossed Beauty. Ana Maria.
We stood in the kitchen of one of the apartments at Eagle’s Nest. For many of the women, it was more like a castle – there was running water,...
Base de Tarta. Facile y Rapido y Deliciosa. (It’s Kitchen Therapy in Guatemala)
As I write this, the sun is rising over volcanos in Guatemala. In the distance, Fuego (one of the largest and most active) occasionally greets the land with a...
Peanut Oatmeal Bars. Make them. Give them away.
If a grocery list includes powdered sugar, chocolate, butter, oatmeal – plus fairy dust, ribbons, Sharpies, and craft sticks – I know it’s going to be the start of...
johnny coco and the rockstar life.
It is in Him that we live and move and keep on living. Acts 17:28 (new life) I love this guy. He flew across the ocean last summer...
smiles and waves and nods.
It happens every time I travel to an unfamiliar place. Sitting in a van or a car or a bus, I find myself staring out the window –...
incognito.
More often than not, Jesus comes to us incognito. ~Ian Cron I still remember it. The first trip. The first day. The first orphanage. The first face....
we are all the same.
We sat quietly as the dawn began to break, the landscape around us shifting from grayscale to color. Jim was reviewing the images he had captured while I organized...
what love does
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all...
