I often wake up these days in a cold state of bewilderment. I lay there for a few minutes under waves of anxiety, imagining scenarios that always end with “and then everyone will know me as that buffoon.” As I think about my transition out of my role at The River, I...
I spent the last several days barreling down the highway at 80 miles per hour (yes, that’s the speed limit in the middle of nowhere, Wyoming) and reflecting on the last six months of our lives. My family and I were heading from Leavenworth, Kansas, to our new home in...
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to get out of the boat. And I don’t mean getting out of the boat like Peter did and struggling to ignore the crashing waves as I walk toward Jesus. Although the idea of trusting in things that do not make sense is part...
My mom is amazing. I know many other people feel this way about their moms too—but really, my mom is amazing. She’s sacrificial, strong, and resilient. She’s a survivor of the Cambodian genocide. She kept our family together and alive while they trekked to Thailand...
Learning about faith seems to be an ever-present part of my life these days. A little over a year ago, our family of five gave up everything familiar to us and moved to Montevideo, Uruguay, where we work with a branch of Youth for Christ that reaches out to Third-Culture Kids...