Of Discontentment and Faith.

Four days ago, I learned that for various reasons, my team may be flying home on June 30th. It’s only a day sooner than that July 1rst flight-…but it’s June. June. Something about that one missing day has made the inescapable reality that I will soon be flying home for good more … [Read more...]

Of Holy War and Hope.

And so it begins. Corn-yellow sun streaked afternoons with the windows rolled down, fireflies and lemonade on endless twilight evenings. Sweet, salt air and crashing waves. Time to turn up the radio and air conditioning, and toss those shoes to the wayside in favor of scrunching … [Read more...]

Uncomfortable.

I hate the sound goodbye makes. And really, you’d think by now, I’d be used to it. Let's remember that I wasn't even supposed to fly home for another six months when my doctor told me I needed to fly back to Raleigh. That two month hiatus in the US was forced bonus time with … [Read more...]

Of Things Unseen. [He Writes Better Stories.]

“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.” 2 Corinthians 4:18   A year ago today, I was trapped in the throes of one of the most excruciatingly miserable weeks of my life. [Let’s just say that in … [Read more...]

Just a Spoon Full of Sugar. [Butter is Better than Prozac.]

Today was baking day. Or more accurately, three homesick girls self-medicating with copious amounts of butter, brown sugar and cinnamon.   Because as my Mother taught me, there’s almost no problem in the world that can’t be solved with a biiiig stick of butta. And butta is a … [Read more...]

Of Sugar Plum Fairies, and Nine Year Olds Gone Wild.

My apartment looks like a troop of unruly nine year old boy scouts were left to their own impish, gleefully mischievous devices when grocery shopping. An absolutely embarrassing number of sugary American confections in telling, obnoxiously loud neon boxes are spilling out of … [Read more...]