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Stories from the War Next Door
If there is one thing I will remember from all of this, it is that these people are exactly like us.
Sometimes, We Need To Go
As tears fell down my new friend’s cheeks, I stepped forward and hugged her. Her heart broke with grief over the war in Ukraine and its impact on her family and community.
Busy vs. Productive and Why Vision Matters
When your vision is clear, your culture is strong, and your strategies are effective, alignment is the outcome.
We Are Listening
Instead of listening to each other and trying to understand, we just talk about ourselves and what we think is right
Prayers for the New Year
As we begin 2023, our hearts and our bodies feel heavy and tired. And yet, many of us carry a great deal of hope for change ahead after a hard few years.
Disturb Us Lord
Like many others coming out of the lockdowns and restrictions of the Covid-19 pandemic at the beginning of the year, I felt like we were slowly digging out of the mire of two emotionally and physically draining years. Could our desperate times finally be over?
Christmas in the North
Well for me, the stripping away of all that it used to mean holds the opportunity to purposefully add in new traditions and new ways of seeing this most important Christian season of remembrance.
Worshipping in Hungarian
God took my small act of simply trying not to fall asleep at church and showed me a tiny glimpse into the incredible beauty of his global church.
7 Questions for a Couple of Missionaries
Andrew & Mary Marshall discuss some of the ideas and habits around being a missionary couple, and how they make it work.
A Conversation with Anna Long
I have gratitude for all that God's done while holding the tension of these strong desires that have yet to be fulfilled. But also, what gives me hope is that I can look back and see that I'm here as a result of God moving powerfully in my life. I can trust Him to move powerfully again.
Reservation for 5
I wish I could say I was prepared for the day that I walked away from my baby girl as the trees swayed in the summer breeze on the front lawn of the campus at Asbury University. But I wasn’t.