My Own River
CreativeChange
February 1, 2016
I take a sip of the sweet pink juice my neighbor offers me and ask her where she’s from. She says a name of a
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I take a sip of the sweet pink juice my neighbor offers me and ask her where she’s from. She says a name of a
With nine moves* in a little over two years, my heart is weary from so much transition. Change has been a word that has come
Last week our family went to a village interior. I walked with my friend Esther to her “palace,” a large wooden building where she watches
Recently, God taught me a lesson through my nine-year-old son. Our international school here in Papua hosts a biannual “barang” sale, which is like a
For the past few days, I’ve been on the hunt for “oven parts” in the piles of boxes in our new house here in Palangkaraya.
“Good job, Mom! You didn’t cry!” my daughter Zoe congratulated me recently. We were visiting our old home of 10 years on the island of
My cart is full and my weekly shopping is done for another week. Now it’s time to head to the check-out line. Sometimes this is
Tuesday, October 27 was a tough day. It would have been our daughter Hannah’s 18th birthday. Hannah passed away when she was five years old
I have a collection of magnets on my refrigerator. Each magnet serves as reminder of the places I’ve been, the things I’ve seen, the people
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