Open hands and heart, Lord, With my present and my future. Open hands and heart, Lord, With my leanings and my longings. Open hands and heart, Lord, With my friendships and my career. Open hands and heart, Lord, With my health and my time. Oh to enjoy Your blessings And not cling to them. Oh to live in the moment…
You can try to do things the old-fashioned way. But you might be in for a surprise if you don’t know beans about it.
Thriving in a different culture…what an adventure! Sometimes, you just have to say “Hayk”, and here’s my reason why.
When I was in college, I memorized Psalm 139. It expressed my Third-Culture Kid heart. Here’s my “inspired by Psalm 139” prayer:
I’m going to forgo carefully edited posts, that I cry and sweat over as I share my heart, and just talk to ya.
I found a short psalm that packs a punch in light of my current circumstances. Do you find its message as hopeful as I do?
As I think and pray over recent opportunities, initiatives, partnerships, advancements of the Gospel, and new openings—joy and hope fill my heart. At the same time, I feel a sense of heaviness. There are many adversaries. (1 Corinthians 16:9) Some of us are hurting, some of us are sick, there has been great personal loss, relational issues, schooling issues, persecution,…
It’s Saturday here in Malaysia and I’m looking forward to tomorrow. The best part about Easter Sunday is saying, “He is risen!” and then hearing the responses: “Hallelujah!” or “He is risen indeed!” I send out a text first thing Easter morning: “He is risen!” Then, over the next few hours, I enjoy reading beautiful responses as we celebrate the…
The distance from Texas to where I live in Southeast Asia is ten thousand miles. Like many other cross-cultural workers, we sold everything, quit our jobs, withdrew our kids from school, and waved goodbye to our family. “We won’t be coming home for Christmas this year, Mom and Dad. We’ll be in our new home.” TEN. THOUSAND. MILES. AWAY. It’s…
It’s 2021 and I’m sneaking in here to my blog to take a look around. My blog voice echoes against the edges of the website. This place has been empty for awhile. I kind of quit writing. Oh, I guess I can’t say that. Not really. I’m always writing—whether in my journal or in my trusty writing program on my…
