on the edge of ordinary

Yesterday I did something a bit unusual.  I'm gradually realising that having extra free time gives me the opportunity to say yes to une...

I've been thinking about time. That it takes more time and chronological distance to process things than we often allow. We live in the ...

Many people don't think of missionaries as ordinary. I've blogged here for many years in an effort to show that I really am just qui...

I had a fun day yesterday. The backdrop was autumn colour and the amazing network of people that life in missionary circles brings you. Add ...

On Monday and Tuesday this week we attended our last interschool school sports event as parents. Yep, another one of the "lasts". ...

I've just finished reading a book called Sacred Pathways  by Gary L. Thomas. It's about different "spiritual temperaments"...

 The last two years I've used some interesting and challenging questions to write this last post of the year, so I'm going to do it ...

Recently I was searching for something to listen to while I washed dishes.  I'm a restless person who struggles with just listening and ...

I've been stung. Maybe you have too?  This is Catherine, one of the friends God has blessed me with for this season. Many of the r...

In the light of trying to write an editorial for the Summer magazine, I've decided that writing here is much easier and definitely prefe...

An important value in Japan is to not inconvenience other people (or, another way to say that is:  not annoying other people , as I wrote ab...

One thing I've been working on these last six weeks is solidifying commitment to be closer to some friends I already had here in Austral...

The last ten days have been full of some ugly stuff for us. Three of the things that have entered our lives, via people we love, are stories...

I write to you from the depths of parenting teenage boys. I'm not here to complain, but rather offer some crumbs of encouragement to tho...