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...
The black and gold streamers dance in the wind around town as if they hear the cadence of the drum line. I can almost hear the drum cadence myself. The streamers proclaim to the city that it’s Abilene High School’s homecoming week. But for me, the streamers stir up...
“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...
My heart grieves the pain and unrest our country is experiencing. It makes me reflect on some of our own family’s experiences with white preference and prejudice. I want to share this post again that I wrote a few years ago when our son, Jacob, carried the...
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...
