The Cure
.For a hurting friend. Lacking love, She flees to Him. For never does He deny, Those whose food, are The tears they cry. Waning vision, To lift up her heart. Weighted down, here on earth, By the seeming shame, Of…
.For a hurting friend. Lacking love, She flees to Him. For never does He deny, Those whose food, are The tears they cry. Waning vision, To lift up her heart. Weighted down, here on earth, By the seeming shame, Of…
Well, I have finally made perhaps the greatest hospitality/cooking faux-pas of this year, and possibly, my life! Here’s the story 🙂 As many of you know, here is a basic, mason canning jar. During the course of this year, I…
This past Monday, I had the privilege of leaving my “mini American bubble†at RVA with two fellow staff – Dave and Cassie – and taking a half-day trip to the Mathare Valley Slum in Nairobi. Mathare is one of…
Meet my bookshelf. I have a secret to tell. I speed-date books. There is not just “one†book that I dedicate myself to until it is finished. Rather, they sit all around my home – by my couch, on my…
Being among ‘the minority’ in Kenya has its quirks and perks. I was thinking today about some of the ways I have grown accustomed to this, and how odd it will be to go back home, and suddenly just blend…