becoming American again

  It is early on this mid-week morning and I watch the rain falling on the edge of Indy. We are back together again as a family after the long journey home. Jet lag is almost a memory.  As we settle into new summer rythms for a family on the road,  cultural re-engagement is top on [...]

a church that dares

It is Jacques with his African rhythm in accents that the God of Berundi speaks and Annalee beside him embracing her uniqueness as if the Creator of the universe personally dabbled in her DNA. And there are their girls boldly bringing friends to church because God is powerful. And there is this tremendous group of [...]

no heroes tonight

I think that I could capture you in this season of blinking lights and I'll be home for Christmas promises. My fingers flutter above the keys as my mind stretches to capture a flittering thought, a sentence, a heartbeat in a phrase.  Writers do it all the time but I am sure that our weary world [...]

extravagant

After all of the excitement of Poland and a prayer of thanks because airplanes really can stay in the air and then miraculously and safely land on solid ground, we are home. Funny; home seems bigger than a house on a street. Places and people easily take root. Though our bodies are in Budapest, a [...]

shades of gray

'Csilla, my hair is orange.' It's not what you expect to say when the towel comes off for the initial unveiling. Nor does one anticipate your 7 year old son answering in the affirmative when you question whether his friend just referred to you as the 'lady with blue hair'. If memory serves correctly, my friend [...]

buzzing around connecting point

buzzing around connecting point

Equipped with one enormous jelly green raffle ticket roll and cute little aprons, round and round we buzzed like the proverbial summer bee at a watermelon fest.  'We're raising money for a little boy named 'Cash' who is sick. Would you like to buy a ticket to help his family?" A few folks swatted us [...]

on furlough

'It smells like America.' 'Everything is made for a mobile society.' 'It looks so different from Hungary.' These are some of the comments we have been hearing as we ease back in to American life. I have always wanted to capture these moments, but in the past with little girls, it took everything we had [...]