So, yeah. I woke up this morning happy that today was the day Patrick would be home. I’d cleaned and cleaned. I’d even prepared a crockpot meal (Moroccan chicken with apricots) and an apple pie (not sure how North African chicken and North American apple pie mix, but hey, I’ve been tired. My brain isn’t […]
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An IHF Day
I have them every once in awhile. Or every day. An IHF day. An I-Hate-France day. It started nicely enough. With sun and happy thoughts. The children and I went to Grasse Le Plan to do shopping. I got some money from the cash machine. A man ran over to me afterwards and said 78 […]
Ode to Frode
Wireless internet, yahoooooooooooo! We’ve languished eight months without wireless internet. It worked for a few months and then mysteriously malfunctioned and nothing we could do would bring it back. So, we’ve been battling computer time. And I’m on deadline. And the kids need to check emails and play funny Barbie-baseball-runescape games. And Patrick needs to […]
The Higher You Climb, the Better the View
We spent an amazing Sunday in the mountains. One of the things the Lord has been whispering to me this year has been to rest, to really rest once a week. So, I’ve been trying to do activities on Sunday that rejuvenate rather than deplete. We all come to God in different ways, and […]
Smoking Car, Barfing Boy, Good God
Our first few days of vacation have been eventful, to say the least. It started by a rousing round of carsickness by Aidan who threw up many, many times. Julia felt sick too. And during that entire time, our car smoked. (Not like an addicted smoker, but you get the picture). Turns out, by God’s […]
BOC
I got an article assignment this morning—1800 words—to turn around in a week. That would be fine, if I didn’t have a chapter to write, a novel to plow through, children to feed, a church to plant, toilets to clean, and a cough to get rid of. So, what did I do? I forsook going […]
Pray for London
I’m awash in BBC news right now, full of terrorist attacks and bloodied, bewildered Londoners. And I’m moved to pray, as I’m sure you are. As you are, would you say a quick prayer for me . . . for traveling mercies. I fly through London Heathrow tomorrow. Thanks.
How we came to be here in France
Wes Stecker (from our church in Texas) emailed me this week. He asked me how we decided to move to France to plant churches. Well, Wes, here is our story: Patrick and I met a little over fifteen years ago in Seattle (where we grew up), surrounded by missions. I had just returned from Kuala […]
Don’t let the ecomony steal your joy
With banks and insurance companies collapsing, foreclosures and jobless rates rising, how can we keep our joy? Here are five ways: Live for Real Security. The blessing of this economy is its frailty. Why is that a blessing? Because it serves as the barometer of our real security. If our security is based on something […]
