Sharing the Hut

We have friends staying with us from Zambia. And that feels amazing, mostly because we love our friends Jacob and Libby, and they’re here sharing our patio instead of passing through our Facebook feed from across the globe. But there are other reasons it feels good, too. I feel my imagination stretch as we chat … [Read more…]

The Injustice of Grace

I’ve just had a deep, hard, soul-cleansing cry after reading about acquaintances of ours still dealing with grief over the death of their child.  Meanwhile, my chubby three month old son nuzzles against me, nursing as I read.  He’s falling asleep quickly, rubbing the tufted rolls of his wrists across heavy eyelids. I do not … [Read more…]