Diffusion

It was just a little glass triangle. The late morning sun filtered through the large schoolroom window and we watched, mesmerized, as our teacher carefully placed a prism in the stream of light. A rainbow leapt from the glass, dancing, elusive, beautiful, the white light diffused into all our favorite colors. Mystery and wonder. There…

Rollercoaster

We spent the last several days in Mexico City, seeing a couple specialists who could give us some direction on our baby’s hip dysplasia after being told she’d likely need to be in a cast for three months.   I could easily dissect each phrase of that sentence and probably write an entire blog post…

Xocolate

Cacao beans, cinnamon, allspice and ground vanilla, clay jug for hot drink It’s creamy, dark and delicious. Squares, powder, truffles. Ghirardelli, Lindt, Purdy’s. Mousse, pudding, cake. It’s a hot drink on a cold day, it’s a pick-me-up after a hard day, it’s an “I love you” any day. The ancient Maya, original cultivators of cacao,…

Glory Day

I feel like I can almost see you, running through the late sunshine, laughter in your dark eyes. You’re brown and lithe, hair falling forward into long lashes. You must look like that because the kids’ mirror tells me that’s the Alves Shutt model. I can imagine you playing crazy with Cyrus, finding comfort in…

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?”…

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…

Pilgrim

Awhile ago, probably around July 4th which is American Independence Day, David asked me, “do you identify more with Mexico or the US?” And of course in my most sanctimonious tones, dripping with assumed humility, I replied that ohh dear brother, I’m a citizen of heaven. All humor aside (no wonder I was never considered…