I remember that first summer, and how I served up my heart to the neighborhood kids. I loved them with each beat. I was younger. I was more naïve. I believed that all tears were meant to be wiped away, and every problem was meant to be fixed – and likely by me. [Read more…]
Like the sound of living “on mission?”
Maybe your heart skips a little with the talk of “loving your neighbor” or “being a missionary” or “doing life with other people.”
Cold weather makes BridgeKIDS all the more interesting! We can’t play the outdoor activities, and our house tends to fill quickly. [Read more…]
It’s not always the big events or programs. Sometimes it is, but most of the time around here, it is just the everyday conversations and interactions that end up as uniquely, imperfectly divine.
Jay bought this old van. It’s big and rusty and puffs of dust exhale every time you sit on the seats. When we (he) got it, the ceiling felt was falling down around the passengers, and everything rattled an achy, brittle moan as we drove along. I was unimpressed, but Jay saw potential where I just saw a pit. [Read more…]