Part 2. My Preschool Age Daughter & My First Miscarriage

I want to finish my post from last week by sharing some specific things that helped our preschool age daughter after my first miscarriage. I'm not a professional when it comes to helping families deal with grief, but I'll share from my experiences as a parent. Daniel and I made sure our own emotional and physical …

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My Preschool Age Daughter & My First Miscarriage

“I’m losing time with both of you. I’m watching your lives happen, but I’m not part of them.” I said this to Daniel when I was on bedrest during my second pregnancy. Of course I knew I was doing what was best for the baby, but that still didn’t make it easy. Weeks went by …

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Big Fat Green Ones: A Story from Motherhood

"Mom, today at school I told everyone in my class about your smoking." "What?"  "In health. We learned about keeping our lungs healthy. You're not supposed to smoke anything." "I don't." "You smoke every day. And I know dad does sometimes." "That's not true. What makes you think your dad and I smoke? We've never smoked." "But …

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It Doesn’t Mean You’re a Bad Fit.

My friend was angry at first, then she burst into tears. I had been there a few years earlier so I listened for a long while before sharing anything.  Someone slammed into the back of her car at a red light, then sped away.  The tail lights were broken and the bumper was barely hanging …

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Snakes in Bags & Baskets

Was reminded of this story today when Daniel saw the “first snake” here in South East Asia. 🙂 Enjoy!
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“Snakes!”

A small man covered in white powder, wearing a bright orange turban and robe, sauntered down the sidewalk in our community, a canvas sling bag full of snakes draped across his shoulder.

There was a reason for yelling about the snakes. He was intimidating people in order to get a little money. It worked particularly well with foreigners like me so I crossed the street when I saw him coming. I’m really not that fond of snakes.

He wasn’t supposed to be in our area and he knew it. It would only be a matter of time before the local police asked him to leave. It was a rare sight in our community to see someone doing this.

The first time it happened I was leaving a sidewalk to catch a taxi. In the same second I stepped between two parked cars, a cobra swiftly raised itself a few…

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Donuts & the Flavor of Culture Stress

“Caramel Nut Latte? That sounds incredible. I’ll have that.” We were at Dunkin Donuts™. My husband loves donuts, but has an interesting history with them in South East Asia. This was the first time he expected a certain flavor, but experienced an unwelcome shock to his senses after the first bite. The restaurant was advertising “Caramel …

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Dear International Worker… You Can’t Save the World.

You can't save the world. You weren't meant to. But it's easy to want to. People don't know God. Marriages fall apart. Career paths suddenly change. Children rebel. Loved ones have serious health problems. Horrific events scar communities-- the stories are on the news everyday.  An endless stream of media bombards us with the world's …

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