I have a hole in my heart but it is going to be ok…

One thing I know for sure is that my heart and my life will never be the same. This journey to Africa has not been easy and at times it has been down right ugly. BUT I want to be real even if it hurts.  If I had to guess, I bet you want to be real too.I love children’s books and I love the story about the Velveteen Rabbit. “What is REAL?” the Velveteen Rabbit asked the Skin Horse one day. “Does it mean having things that...

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Does your love stink too?

Sometimes the words just won’t come… The last few months have been hard. I have wanted to say so much but the words just wouldn’t come out the right way. God has been working on my heart. Henri Nouwen once said, “The hard truth is that all people love poorly. We need to forgive and be forgiven everyday, every hour increasingly.” This truth has knocked me off my feet. I have been wrestling with this and it...

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Love those in front of you…

I know, I know … we have not posted anything in a while. I have no reason other than life has been busy and hard and the words just wouldn’t quite come together. This week though, watching God work has caused me to pause and share for no other reason than for you to see how good He really is. Erik’s last post shared about Rasheed and his family from Ocean View...

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It’s dangerous to leave your gate unlocked in South Africa, or is it?

Here in South Africa we lock everything, all the time.  It’s simply dangerous not to.  Melissa and I have locks on our garage door, we lock both of our driveway gates, we lock the gate to our yard and we never go out or go to bed without locking our doors.  Every night I do a perimeter check of all our doors to ensure they are, locked.  Locks are simply non-negotiable.  Today however, Grace locked our front gate in a way that changed all...

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Please God let me be anything but NORMAL…

For years my prayer was “Please, God just give me a normal life. Let me be normal. Let me be comfortable”, and sometimes my prayer would drift towards asking for my life to look like someone else’s because somehow his or her life seemed better than mine. I remember being 18 and sitting outside a tattoo parlor with my best friend and wanting so badly to walk in and get something inked on my body, but we drove away because in my...

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Coming home…

We recently took a camping trip to the Eastern Cape for 4 days. After a crazy year, we needed to reconnect as a family with just the 4 of us. We enjoyed our trip, but we also enjoyed the return home. Coming home felt good. But is this home? After some thinking, we all started chatting about how coming home to Raleigh will feel. If coming home here felt good, then coming home to Raleigh will feel great. But is that home? More thoughts were...

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