Thursday, July 2, 2015


I think I could stand in this one spot for an entire day. There's just so much happening under these rooftops. Kids climbing up half-built buildings and moms cooking in their backyards. You can see glimpses of it if you watch long enough. 

The picture is so still and silent. The reality so much more. Souls. Moving back and forth. 

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

round and round

We are finally settling in.  The daily routine is taking root and our little family is adjusting.  Hubs is lovin' being back at it.  His schedule is full. Asher is napping like a champ, growing that brain.  I have two little boys off at school every day from around 9:30 to 2:30. Wow.  That seems like a lot of time.  I should be cranking it out, right?

Clean up from breakfast. Feed the baby. Put away the laundry.  Chat with the house helper. Work on a project for hubs and the business. Get little bit down for a nap.  Get the groceries. Prep the dinner. Feed the baby. Change the diaper explosion. Wash the fruit and vegetables.  Try to work out. Fail at working out:) Eat lunch. Return a phone call. Fix a snack for the boys. Feed the baby. Load up to go pick up the boys. Play. Homework. Dinner. Bed.

This is harder than I thought it would be.

In the excitement of our American adventure, I think I kind of forgot the monotony of real life. Even real life here.

There's more work to do than I realized.  And sometimes, it doesn't feel like I'm doing it very efficiently.  Or maybe there's just a lot to take care of.  Then I glance over at that baby, the cute one, who sleeps sometimes but cries sometimes too.  He doesn't exactly help me stay focused.  I fooled myself into thinking that just because he can't talk to me yet, he'd not be much of a distraction.  Wrong.  Oh. So. Wrong.

I drive past a little slum camp on my way to get the boys, and I try to figure out a way I could help them.  I have no idea how to take my baby into that.  An orphan knocks on my window at a stoplight, and the best I seem able to manage is to pass a few crackers out of my purse.  Because I have three kids strapped in the back seat and I just have no idea how to safely stop and do more.

It's a transition season for me.  And I'm not sure what it's supposed to look like on the other side.  I'm figuring out what the round and round is meant to hold right now. The list might look good, but the reality can feel so laden with ordinary.  I think that's what that passage on servanthood might have been alluding to, eh?

The gospel is free.  It is absolute grace to a sinner like me.  No strings attached.  I don't have to do a single thing to be commended by God. Jesus is enough.  I am so grateful.

The same free gospel puts a love in my heart thought that prompts action.

What does it look like for me in this season?

I'm not sure.

And the tension is good.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Wednesday, June 24, 2015


Hubs had some meetings out of the city this week. He was in a region that's new to him so the locals showed him the sights. It made me want to take a road trip!

A fort built somewhere around 1199. Spectacular, huh?

Doesn't that make us Americans feel so young?!

Monday, June 22, 2015

Monday Miscellany

These boys. They love their Dad. For Father's Day, I asked them what they love most about David. Any number of things were on the tip of my tongue. Apparently though, the fastest way to little boy's heart - Wrestling

Good thing hubs can throw down. 

Here's a little miscellany for you: 

1. We are lovin' being back in the neighborhood. There's one thing for sure in a city of 10 million: you never run out of playmates. Hubs tried to teach the neighborhood crew baseball this weekend. The kids kept touching the base like you do in cricket. It probably didn't help that the only bat we could  find was a cricket bat!

2. I laced up my shoes for the first time post-partum. This is gonna be a long road back. Running is only fun if you are in good shape! 

3. I brought back a lemon press. And it will squeeze the tiny limes here just fine. I made some syrup and froze a bit of ice. think I've finally figured out the perfect limeade here. 

5. The rains are here. And the electricity seems to be gone! You should see my laundry room right now;) So we 're learning local games and hanging indoors a bit more. It's amazing the difference a year makes. We used to bounce off the walls if we were inside more than an hour!

Happy Monday to you! 

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

E. Elliot

I am a few days behind in this, but I don't feel I can move forward without joining the chorus of voices that are giving thanks for the life of Elisabeth Elliot.  I can hardly imagine her welcome into heaven this week.

If I had to make a list of authors who have significantly impacted my life and mind, her name would undoubtedly be at the top of the list.  She has mentored me through her writing for almost twenty years now.  I still quote her with great frequency. Not to be overly dramatic, but truly, I think my life would look very different apart from her influence.  Some of my most pivotal life choices were deeply impacted by her writing.  Her legacy in me is obedience to Christ apart from feeling.  And friends, it is a good, good legacy.

Ironically enough, I would suggest that her insistence that obedience is far more important than personal happiness has been the medium, in my own personal life, for hard choices that led into my very happiest of seasons.  She was a filled vessel, used for good purposes. I owe her a debt of gratitude.

John Piper wrote a very fine tribute to her here.  His eloquence reads better than mine.

We will feast together one day.

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of one of his saints.  

Monday, June 15, 2015

The Swimming Champ

It was quite a weekend around here. I'll write more about that later. But let this serve as the announcement that hubs is the official 60 meter swim champion in our booming apartment complex:) He loves a good race and had a lot of fun.

The boys spent the weekend swimming in the separate ladies' pool, because the main one was closed for the championship.  We haven't done anything formal with Jude but he's starting to get the hang of swimming on his own.  It's so fun to watch! And Silas…the kid is as brave as they come.  He can't swim yet, but he thinks he can. Hence, the life vest. 

Here's a little video for the grandparent's sake: 


Congrats to all my swimmers!