teanna sunberg

Author: teanna2day

  • tenacious love

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    Our community recently suffered a tragic, tragic loss. The following are but words, but words that flow out of sorrow in death and tenacious hope birthed in community that is grounded in our faith. To the One who taught us how to live brokenly whole. a mother heaves and shrieks and groans into being life that…

  • practical grace

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    Maybe our home is small but it is full of love. Too often messy but a testimony to the chaos of life and love with active girls, a wayward puppy, and the journey that the Lord has laid before us. Let’s be honest, we lead unique lives and by unique, I may mean unpredictable, full,…

  • powerful conversations

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    Voices. Yours. Mine. Ours. What do we say, think, believe about issues, ideas, events that shape our life and how we live this journey? It could be a powerful conversation.

  • cheating death

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    Fear. The kind that grips you by the throat and squeezes until your chest breaks open just to see you squirm. The kind that steals the bliss of sleep, the joy of laughter, the promise of life, the adventure from the journey. I know that fear. He has been a sneaky companion. Senseless, perhaps, but…

  • don’t talk to me about women pastors

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    ‘It is a universally acknowledged truth that a single man in possession of a good fortune is in want of a wife.’ – Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice. It is 8:40 in the evening and I steal into our little entryway at the end of Almond Tree Lane. I plug in the heater, take out…

  • sanctuary

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    The fog is thick here in the hug of the Carpathian mountains. Heavy. Like the snow that charms an inky night with its shushing lullaby to the arctic wind. On this day, we shepherd an array of children through the mud caked paths that have been loosely coined streets. Slick and chocolatey, our feet fail…

  • train hopping

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    10:30. Cold night. Our breath swirls in crystalized, fanciful designs.  The icy air dances as we glimpse another, colder, harsher world. A conductor rattles into the train station and kicks out a daddy and his children looking for a warm night. I feel helpless. Sad. “Mommy. Where will they go?” I’ve lived this mommy life…

  • viscri, romania

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    A few photos from our beautiful day in Viscri, Romania.      

  • from the heart of sighisoara

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    Sighisoara is full of tourists this time of year. Dark haired, Italian beauties leaning against ancient Draculesque walls in paparazzi poses. Germans out for a brisk walk.  The Brits snapping photos. It seems that you can find all of Europe snuggled into the arms of this very old, very quaint, quite unassuming Saxon citadel on…

  • my apologies to martha stewart

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    HOSPITALITY. It is a table full of sarmali that took hours to wrap and the sweet tang of locally grown elderflower juice, and salata de boeuf with homemade mayonnaise. It is a table made beautiful, not by the money spent on knick knacks, but rather, by the beauty created in spite of a lack of…