Bye Lockdown

We walked together, warding off dogs and mosquitos, stacks of calendars in hand. “Here, Mommy, I’ll do this house....buenaaasss!!......mommy, she just went in and ignored me.” She looked at me dejectedly and with disappointment put the calendar back on her stack. I called again, this time the mother came to the door. “What is it?”…

The Crowned Goddess

I think I’ve started this blog post no less than five times. It’s a new year, but it feels wrong to cheerfully throw virtual confetti in your face while gleefully shouting “happy new year” to a world who probably doesn’t feel too happy in a year that doesn’t feel too new. That’s why January is…

We Won’t Remember

If you have followed my blog for any length of time, you’ll have quickly noticed a perhaps unintentional yet recurring theme: hope and joy despite grief and pain. More than once, I have heard believers critical of others for being open about their emotional difficulties, citing supposed bitterness or perhaps lack of spiritual toughness (“you…

Special Prayer Request

It’s a tiny village at the very end of the road. Bordering on the Chumpán River and the southern shore of the Laguna de Términos, Santa Rita is much like any other little place in Campeche. There is one difference though. For 23 years, Ernesto and Delfina have faithfully shared God’s Word despite enormous trials.…

Thankful

Two years ago, we were barely surfacing from the deepest depths we have ever plumbed. It had been four years of nonstop trials, trials of the darkest sort. It was American Thanksgiving, just like today. My mental list of thankfulness went something like this: I’m aliveI have three kids still aliveWe haven’t been unrighteously excommunicated…

I’m the Wife

It’s not very ladylike to put on boxing gloves. I guess that’s why I’m recurring to my faithful pen (or thumbs, in actuality) instead. We all imagined quarantine to be a time of relative peace. We’d just tuck in and quietly do our thing, waiting out the virus as best as possible. Far, not only…

Hard Things

It was back in fourth grade, Mrs Houck’s class. As usual, I had some free time while the rest of the kids finished their work so I picked out one of my favorite books from the overflowing shelves. I sat there in relative silence, just the scratch of 25 pencils around me and lost myself…

Oleander Avenue

There are solitary, soul-feeding lanes, unmarked and unpaved we all must wander down. They are places of hidden beauty and comfort where one is safe to grieve, to forget awhile, to grow and learn. Oleander and Bismarck Palm That’s when I go for a walk down Oleander Avenue. A place where the Creator and I…

On the Road Again

We’re traveling home, heading back to Campeche for a week. Doctor appointments, a wedding. You know, all the things. We decided to do it in two days. Take our time, smell the roses. Geraniums: beauties I took for granted before moving to the tropics I’m not a crafty mom. I don’t particularly enjoy games. I’m…