The song of her Father

We are just days away from boarding that morning flight we watch longingly from our breakfast table each day. The plane that hurtles above our front door is on its way to Port Moresby at 7:20am where there are other planes waiting to take passengers to wonderful places. Places like Cairns. As we watch that […]

Fiery stars

Willa isn’t scared of much. Things happen to her, around her, near her, because of her, and she doesn’t blink an eye. More often than not in our house, we find the younger comforting the older. We only knew this Willa until the fireworks started earlier in the month. The first illegal explosions rumbling through […]

Walls are hard

The “flour” wasn’t going to cook itself. The girls were happily playing in the living room together and apart, so I decided it was the perfect time to get the tortillas going. Ray calls them flour because they are, well, flour, and we have yet to correct her. I hardly ever keep the baby gate […]

Present in the silence

Sometimes God speaks through the dramatic. In fire, blood, and rolling thunder. Other times he whispers in the wind or wakes a lone boy from his sleep with a soft calling. For me over these last few months, all I’ve heard is deafening silence. We’ve done everything for our children to go back to their […]

Discovering Christopher Robin

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” A.A. Milne “Pooh! Pooh! Pooh! Pooh!” sings Ray in some semblance of rhythm with the Winnie the Pooh song, and with just the right amount of “puff” sandwiching the name. She’s learned what thinking looks like: elbow resting on your hand, fingers […]