Greet each other with a Holy Kiss. Except not anymore. Normally, french friends greet each other with two (or three) kisses on the cheek**. This is everyone, every time, upon entering a room of people you know. I remember my last bisou exchange. It was Thursday, March 12, with another mom in the courtyard of… Continue reading The day “le Bisou*” died
We had been working towards the winter school vacations as a mile marker, a check point, to see how ministry was going, how the kids were doing in school, etc. We had plans to see old friends, to get out, and to get some things done. Some ministries and church events were going to happen… Continue reading Not the Flu
I haven’t written much since we’ve been in the states. Most of the time it feels like we are swimming in a fog of ‘to do’s’ and ‘right now’s’. I’ve had a little bit of a bad attitude about it, to be honest. The uprooting. The temporary re-rooting. The nomad life again, here it is.… Continue reading All things new (and old)
If you’ve been following the news lately, you’ve seen that France has been experiencing some unrest. The ‘Yellow Vest Protests’ occurred four weekends in a row, starting as a protest against a proposed environmental tax on gasoline, and gaining additional demands as the weeks grew on. They are protesting again today, hopefully a little less… Continue reading Peace on Earth
“I was so swollen, my feet hurt all the time, my belly was so big it was wet all day from doing hair, all I craved was Mexican food, but I threw it up just after I ate it, for the entire nine months. You were a month late (1) and just before you were… Continue reading Hurts So Good
It might seem obvious that my new year’s resolution should probably be to keep up with this blog a little better, but I’ve never been very good at making or keeping ‘resolutions.’ The truth is, that with the take off of our little church plant, the departure and arrival of our teammates to the field,… Continue reading New Year
When we first started planning our travel to MTW’s area retreat, all I could think of was the imperative verb form of the word… RETREAT!!! Like, grab your stuff and flee for your life. Then there is the other sense of the word, ‘an act of withdrawing’ and a ‘quiet secluded place where one can relax.’… Continue reading RETREAT!!!! or Retreat…
One of the terms they love to throw out in missionary training is moving from ‘surviving’ to ‘thriving’. In our experience so far, this has been more of a two steps forward, two steps back sort of progress. In 2015 we started language school completely underwater, battling the flu, and snow, and as the year… Continue reading Thriving or Surviving
Back in, say, February, (or maybe March), I looked at one of my classmates and said this sentence: ‘I swear that I used to be a functioning adult. Seriously, they even let me be in charge of people at work. What happened?’ What happened? Like the Lady with the cockney accent so aptly put as she… Continue reading ‘I used to be a functioning adult’
So, we’ve been a little behind with the blogging. Sorry about that. April was when our scheduled Spring vacation was, and at the start Chris’ mom came to visit, then we had a team retreat, and we had some friends come to visit at the end. So in between studying and getting some rest in, we were… Continue reading God’s Perfect Timing
The Brock Family in France 