Airplane Reflections

It is incredibly humbling to look back on this past year.  One year ago I was wrestling with God with why He would ask me to leave home.  I was comfortable, afraid, and I didn’t want to let go of what I had planned for my life.  And now, 267 days after I boarded a…

MADRID

Some say that first impressions aren’t always right impressions, but in the case of Madrid, I would give all my marbles to tell you that mine was right. The first time I spent a night in Madrid, we literally spent only the night in Madrid.  It was less than 12 hours, but it will forever…

Church Retreat

A weekend haiku Away in the woods 30 people in a house Claustrophobia Family growing.

MÁLAGA

Málaga.  The city on the sea.  We sat on a bus for a long time, we ate bocadillos, we wandered the streets, we ordered sushi, we went to the Picasso museum, explored the castle on Mount Gibralfaro, made spaghetti, touched the Mediterranean, ate tapas, swam in the Mediterranean, and then sat on a bus for…

Home is where the heart is

Home is the smell of fresh rain on the pavement, the crisp leaves on the ground, and the sound of waves gently rolling to shore.  Home is hitting the bushes while parking parallel on our tiny driveway and still impressing Dad cause he doesn’t know about the bushes.  Home is going downstairs to find Mom working while cooking…