Tag Archives | France

Dianne’s Words

Dianne's Words

I met Dianne over two years ago. She lived three doors down from me. One day she brought me a flat of flowers–a gift from Jesus on a difficult day in France. She moved away over a year ago to another part of France, so I hadn’t heard from her in a long time. A […]

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It’s More than Moving

Today I spent the bulk of the day going through the kids’ rooms, donating, throwing things away, and taking a walk down memory lane. What struck me most wasn’t the grief over packing everything up and leaving France, but donating things my kids use to love because they are now too old for such things. […]

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Sometimes it’s just plain hard

Sometimes it's just plain hard

It’s beautiful here in France. Just beautiful. The leaves are yellowing, the air crisp, the sky the bluest of blues. As that as a backdrop, you’d think our lives would be full of wonder and ease. And sometimes that is true. But sometimes the little things of living cross-culturally get to me. Those of you […]

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IHF=Pre Fect Ure

You just wouldn’t BELIEVE it. Think of the DMV in your local town, how inefficient it is, how long you have to wait, the terrible architecture, the blase workers. Multiply that by one zillion and you will experience what the DeMuth family experienced today at the Prefecture. The Prefecture is the place you renew your […]

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A snapshot of our lives in France

Why does it rain in France? To wash away the doggie doo-doo. Even so, after a roof-pounding rain, the poo-poo remained AND I stepped in it–all sloshy and icky. Grrr. *** On the way home, Julia said, “Mommy, I don’t want to go to school on Fridays.” “Why?” I asked. “Because on Fridays, all the […]

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ding dang dong

ding dang dong

The cross in Le Rouret, France Church bells ring in our village, on the hour. I love the hourly reminder that all is well, that the day is progressing with a chime. It’s much nicer than a cuckoo clock.  But every once and a while, the bell chimes ding dang dong. The first two notes […]

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Pink Line, Moon, and Geometry: How God Speaks to Me

I went running this morning. I’m determined to make it to 10,000 steps today. As I climbed the hill behind my house, I saw the moon high in the sky, winking at me. I turned the corner, away from the moon and kept running. Eventually I turned around to come home. Streaked across the sky […]

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On Joel’s Mailing List, Apparently

So, yeah. My friend Joel has found me. In cyberworld. He sends me all sorts of important pieces of information. Like today he sent me this tidbit: Joel will be in Tampa for two evenings of worship, bringing a message of inspiration, hope, and encouragement to your city. We are looking for volunteers to help […]

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Great Conference

I just finished attending the ACFW conference in Dallas. Wow. The best part? Seeing faces! I got to meet face-to-face with many of my Master’s Artist friends. Folks who I’ve emailed several times, now are three-dimensional. I had the privilege of teaching a class about the interior life of the writer. I talked about how […]

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In a Way that Will Bring Healing

I’m having another one of those dark days in France. Maybe it’s the rain pouring down on the tiled roof. Sometimes I wonder why God rains sorrow on our already-pitiful parade. I feel sorry for poor Job, enduring all that downpour. In the past several months, I’ve wondered WHY. Why has church planting been so […]

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