It’s Martin Luther King Day! Our family drove a U-Haul into Abilene, Texas around Martin Luther King Day 16 years ago after living nearly 10 years in Latin America. I’m sure I didn’t even know about the holiday because I was focused on moving boxes, bare windows and...
It’s my turn in the backseat. We’re halfway home on an 18-hour road trip back to West Texas from the Tennessee Smoky Mountains. Our college sons are in the front now—one drives while the other plays the music. I’m enjoying the scenery from the back. The pear trees...
Last night our Sunday night group went around the circle and “checked in”. That’s one of our ways of letting each other know how we are doing and helps us pray for each other in the upcoming week. We call it “SASHET” – we choose an emotion that matches one of the...
Our family lived in a foreign country for nearly 10 years between Costa Rica and Venezuela. We knew what it was like to stand out as foreigners because as much as we tried to fit in, we never fully did. All I had to do was speak and my accent gave me away—as if my...
“She’s aging well, isn’t she? Her gray hair, her smile.” I was visiting my Dad in Baton Rouge last October and joined his Monday night dinner group. Each person sitting at the table was special to me because I’ve known them since I was a little girl. They were my...
It’s an unusual time in the GreenHouse because we have all three sons with us right now. I’m loving it, but I’ve got some work to do before they all disperse as the fall semester begins. Especially because Lucas, our youngest, moves into the dorms next week. I...
