In Solidarity with Grief: A Reply to Ferguson
When I told my husband it was over, it wasn’t about the luggage. Maybe Ferguson is less about an 18-year old that most protesters have never met, and more about…
Read MoreWhen I told my husband it was over, it wasn’t about the luggage. Maybe Ferguson is less about an 18-year old that most protesters have never met, and more about…
Read MoreWhen I was dating my husband, he critiqued me on something (I don’t even remember what) and I remember telling him, “I know why you are dating me. You just wanted a challenge. You just want to change me.”
Read MoreI loved living in the States; however, when my husband and I felt the Lord leading us to return to India, I began looking forward to running medical clinics, evangelism outreaches, and continuing to raise my three children. And, not gonna lie–I also looked forward to hiring a maid. Whether you high-five your maid or raise a disdained eyebrow at the notion, this type of service is common in India and is thread throughout the biblical...
Read MoreWhen I was just out of college, I housesat for an actress in Los Angeles. One afternoon, her dog ransacked the bedroom and shredded up whatever he could get his teeth on: blankets, books, and to my horror, an audition script for a TV show. I was young, not yet a Christian, and too embarrassed by the incident to say anything about it. I replaced the blankets and books, but had no clue how to find a replacement script. I pieced together what I...
Read MoreWhen I worked as a camp counselor one summer, I had a girl in my cabin who was horrifically slow at everything. She was a precious fifth grade girl who just took her time getting things done. We were supposed to be at the flag pole at 7:30 in the morning, but you cannot wake your girls up before 7:00 am. I had half an hour to get seven girls ready, the cabin cleaned and walk to the flag pole. Well, with “Miss Take Her Time,” we were a few...
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