Learning other languages, you discover how to say the same thing in many different ways. In English we say “goodnight”. In Russia, people say “ΠoЗДpаΒЛеНИе”. In Vietnamese, people say “chúc ngú ngon”, which means “have a delicious sleep”. When I think about the...
aIf you hear the sound of a mobile phone beeping in a bag or a pocket, you could be forgiven for thinking that someone has received a text message. But nowadays there are so many different ways of messaging someone that it could spell the death of the traditional text. 如果您听见嘀嘀叫...
What He does need me to do is to love those within my sphere and under my care. He needs me to drive a little girl to school each morning and care for her while her mother is working. He needs me to share what I have and offer my help in practical ways. He needs me to send ...
I see you standing in the nursery doorway, that wistful smile on your face as you dream of the day he will sleep in his very own bed and you will tuck him in and kiss his forehead and say goodnight prayers. Your joy cannot be contained, even when people tell you parenting is not fo...
Learning other languages,you discover how to say the same thing in many different ways.In English we say "goodnight".In Russia,people say "ΠoЗДpаΒπеНИе".In Vietnamese,people say "chúc ngú ngon",which means "have a delicious sleep".When I think about the word "delicious,...
“Oh Julie, you have rug burns on your heart.” Eight months after boarding a homebound plane in Ukraine with my Honey and our newly adopted teenagers, I’m crying on the phone to my friend, searching for ways to describe the festering ache in my soul. I wince as her words trigger ...
I see you standing in the nursery doorway, that wistful smile on your face as you dream of the day he will sleep in his very own bed and you will tuck him in and kiss his forehead and say goodnight prayers. Your joy cannot be contained, even when people tell you parenting is not fo...
m sorry I tried to numb the ache with busyness, just like I used to do when my whole life was chaos. Forgive me for turning to my drug of choice instead of turning to You. Help me to deal with my newly empty nest in healthy ways. Help me to trust Your plans for our future. ...
“Oh Julie, you have rug burns on your heart.” Eight months after boarding a homebound plane in Ukraine with my Honey and our newly adopted teenagers, I’m crying on the phone to my friend, searching for ways to describe the festering ache in my soul. I wince as her words trigger ...