teanna sunberg

Tag: authentic

  • i need a church

    i need a church

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    teanna2day
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    It is early morning. Too early. The February freeze won’t loosen its grip and it creeps into this dark, before-the-sunrise home. Its cold, sharp fingers burn as I kiss Jay goodbye. He’s got a plane to catch. Bulgaria. More than half of my heart explodes as he closes the door. Into the emptiness of the…

  • silent words of worship

    silent words of worship

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    teanna2day
    in

    I have been singing worship songs to Jesus in languages that I don’t speak for close to half of my life. Today, I am cozied into the back of a packed-out women’s conference in Hungary. We are singing a tune that I know, but I cannot voice the words to this particular ditty in today’s language…

  • balkan beautiful

    balkan beautiful

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    teanna2day
    in

    It is a journey that many of you will never take. The bone crushing hours, the erratic driving, the diversity of languages and cultures become a challenge for the average tourist. All of this adventure meshes together in a wonderful array that is the Balkan Peninsula. On 10 November, 2014, we set out for a…

  • third space

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    teanna2day
    in

    It is a little odd, really, like God forgets the storyline

  • balkan beauty

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    teanna2day
    in

    Amidst the goodnight chatter of JJ and Emma preparing for bed, the teeth brushing and the hugs, and the last minutes of coloring a picture crayon red, I post a photo of Sara and I smiling in the Zagreb sunshine.  Jay writes ‘Balkan beauties’ in the tag line and my heart swells likes the bread…

  • never enough

    never enough

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    by

    teanna2day
    in

    And there is something good and right about being honest, I think.

  • pro nobis monday

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    teanna2day
    in

    Jesus, You know so much about brokenness. My brokenness. And, it is a Monday morning and I’m starting out behind and Satan is telling me all about my sin and my shortcomings. All about how clay is worth nothing. It seems like he knows them better than even I do, Lord.