Let it Be.

My type-A control freak personality craves a plan. I’m one of those people that would happily take a print-out detailing the rest of my life, and be on my merry way! I tend to live and die by a cute little green day-planner that serves as a sort of script for my life-you’ll never … [Read more...]

From The Other Side of the Wardrobe Doors.

Tis’ so sweet to trust in Jesus, Just to take Him at His word. Just to rest upon His promise, Just to know “thus saith the Lord”. Jesus, Jesus- How I trust Him! How I’ve proved Him over and over. Jesus, Jesus-precious Jesus! Oh, for grace to trust Him more. I love those lyrics. … [Read more...]

Of Rootlessness and Geographical Feng Shui. [Home.]

Thirty nine days from today after a little geographical feng shui, my day will look markedly different than the one I just experienced. While I spent this morning chasing a  roach the size of a small duckling across the kitchen before I made a pot of my carefully rationed caramel … [Read more...]

Of The UPS Man, African Snow White, and One Too Many Pickles.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, we return to our regular programming. In light of recent distractions, regular programming this week in Dakar just happens to include hopelessly daunting piles of work that need to be finished before Tuesday morning at 5:20 AM [oh, we’ll get there … [Read more...]

Of What It Means To Be Forgiven.

God does not forgive sin. At least, not in the way that we so casually fling the word about. Living in a Muslim country has taught me that the Evangelical Christian church has more in common with Islam than we ought to be comfortable with-particularly in the way that we use the … [Read more...]

Invisible. [What He Has Been To Me.]

I’ve told you about Talibe boys before. They’re the barefoot children that wander the streets of Dakar clutching rusty,  tin tomato sauce cans, begging for spare change. They’re part of an organized system-each "works" for one of the many local Islamic cult leaders. They’re … [Read more...]