We’ve taken down our Christmas tree. It feels so sacrilegious to breathe a sigh of relief as all remnants of Christmas decor are put away for another year. But the house feels so fresh and clean and void of clutter. Filled with intention and purpose, as it were. One of …
Right now, my oldest child is sleeping next to me, so I’ll try to type quietly. There. Is that better? Imagine me whispering this to you, while snuggled up under an electric blanket. Three months ago, a little boy sobbed as we held him for the first time. He came …
We had our term end exams last week. (Actually, to be honest, both term one and term two’s exams, as I forgot to assess our oldest right before we went to China.) I learned what I need to work on as a teacher (geography) and where he struggles as …
“But Mama, where is the feast?” My just-turned-4-year-old kept coming out of his room on his birthday. He’d already had his Big Birthday Celebration, and it was just our immediate family at home. I lovingly told him that he’d have a feast after his nap. And rest he did. I …
“Little baby, I am a poor boy too. I have no gift to bring that’s fit to give a king….” I think I can safely say that this is where I’m sitting this Christmas. My heart feels impoverished, but my soul is full. I have the desire to worship and …
