{ This series is dedicated to the reflections and remembrances of my travels, both near and far. I invite you to dream of the places you’ve never been, and remember where your feet have trodden. Let us adventure together. } Dear Traveler, Meet Mutyaba Dunkan. He is twelve years old today. I started … Continue reading »
It’s been weeks since I’ve entered this world. I’d like to tell you where I’ve been. Let me warn you, it’s disheveled and wonderful. It’s confusing and blessed. The past few weeks have been full of moving, graduating, accepting, celebrating, mourning, re-evaluating. They have been full of change and chaos with few quiet moments. We … Continue reading »
We sat outside in the backyard with our coffee, dogs and son. We made plans. A trip to the Tulsa zoo. Climbing at least once a week. No television in the living room. Exercise. Outdoor trips at least twice a week. More reading. More French. People over. The drive-in. Mornings together. Freshness. Newness. Life. A … Continue reading »
I put the television away on Wednesday. Rocking Eliot in the glider in his room, reading Francis Chan’s Forgotten God, suddenly it hit me. Waves of emotion and the sting of my apathy flooded my spirit, and I realized that I’d poured dirty water over the Truth’s consuming fire, once lit bright within me. Chan … Continue reading »
Trav, We’ve had the talk numerous times. We’ve truly been blessed so far along this journey. We’ve been provided for, we’ve been a little spoiled, even. You’ve gotten jobs you applied for, we’ve been accepted for grants and programs we wanted to get into. When we moved to Fayetteville, I told God it would be … Continue reading »
Be still, my soul, the Lord is on your side… Eliot has been having a rough time with napping lately. The transition to rest comes with tears, sobs, and screams of resistance. This morning we placed him in his swing– his favorite napping spot –and I sat in front of him on the floor, my … Continue reading »
Travis, Maybe when I say it, I’m saying, “I will follow you.” And maybe when I say that, I’m saying, “You’re the one I trust.” Man has failed me and still fails me. Man has broken my heart and taught me that it stays broken for a while. Man has given me reason to mistrust every … Continue reading »
I have been in mourning all week. Yesterday we were supposed to board a plane, and last night we were supposed to check in at the Sheraton Hotel in Vienna. Tonight we’re supposed to walk the corridors, ride the elevators, grab a drink at the cocktail bar. We’re supposed to see familiar faces, introduce Eliot … Continue reading »
More and more I’m noticing the importance of mornings spent together. The act of gathering around the table, or snuggling close and facing each other on the couch, coffee steaming up against our chins as we share ourselves. It is a holy and magical thing. I’ve never been good at sitting still. When I became … Continue reading »
Travis, When I was young, I always thought it was so cute and perfect, the little nicknames people in love gave to each other: “Sugarmuffin.” “Honey.” “Sweetie.” “Darling.” I met you. I searched for the perfect name and found nothing. After maybe a year of being married, I called you “Trav,” but what kind of … Continue reading »
