You’re weird. Let’s be friends.

Together we have traversed emotional landscapes full of unexpected land mines. I think, to an outsider, we’re probably all bordering on insane. 

Happy Birthday Mom!

Mom and her friend, Lisa, came to Thailand for about 8 days. Between planes, buses, tuk tuk’s, song taew’s, vans, and trucks, we managed to see as much of Thailand as the week would afford. We spend a day trying to squeeze as much sightseeing out of Bangkok as we possibly could. We started at…

Fall

Green giving way to burnt orange and deep red. Nature turning to golden brown hues. Breathing crisp air, skin tickled by cool breezes. The crackle of freshly fallen leaves breaking apart underneath boots. Tucking my nose into the folds of a hand-knitted infinity scarf while dashing from the nip in the air into warm spaces….

Solitude

Stillness. The air cool and not yet sun baked. Silence. Wind rustling its way through the trees and the birds singing the world awake. Solitude. The yearning for moments alone. Padding out of bed, without the assistance of an alarm clock, to begin the sacred morning coffee ritual. Each morning this week I have found…

Other.

In the lovely state of Michigan, 63 miles west of Detroit, off Interstate-96, you’ll find a commonly passed yet rarely noticed town by the name of Fowlerville. Pop off the highway and mosey through the street lined with fast food chains and Wal-Mart. Make your way down the main street to the single traffic signal in the center of town. Then…

Coming and Going

Somehow, even in the coming and going, I’ve found home. Home lives in the memories; in the streets, the steps, the couches, the movies, the conversations, the meals, the porches, and the memorable moments. I’ve done a lot of leaving, yet I remain convinced that the reason I can leave confidently is because I know that when I return to the people I love, I will always be returning home.

Home

Haiti has me thinking a lot about the concept of home. Is it a physical space? The people you’re around? The town that you currently live in? Where you grew up? Where your parents live?

Standing on the Balcony

So the next six months loom ahead, full of promise and hope, full of the knowledge that God is the same yesterday, today and forever. He is standing at the balcony next to me whispering the reassurance that He is familiar with the ache and tension I feel in my heart for all of these people. He knows. He is present. He is working.

The Story of Six Months in Photos

To commemorate the halfway mark of this year, I decided to make a post dedicated solely to the fun, crazy, beautiful pictures I’ve accumulated since August. Let’s be honest, photos are the best part of blogs anyway 😉 Packing complete. Hello, Carribean. I like you. I get to live here? What? My hood Home for…

2014: Four Months of Haiti!

Living in Haiti is not without its challenges. There have been days where life is just hard. Problems seem insurmountable. Circumstances seem too dire. Poverty seems too prolific. The brokenness seems too ingrained. Those days are the ones that friends are made for. So many of you have written, texted, called, emailed and even made videos to express your love and support.