Third Culture

My earliest childhood memories are of airports. I remember I used to love the waiting before a night flight, watching the runway lights glisten as planes took off to places I'd been and places I dreamed of going to. Growing up a missionary kid, airports became home to me. Now as an adult it  amuses … Continue reading Third Culture


Pure in Pain

I have no theology for pain. If I did, I don't think it would be any easier to have a chronic illness. I have a reality, and my reality is that I suffer from several food intolerances that cause me a lot of pain in my stomach. However closely I adhere to my fairly restrictive … Continue reading Pure in Pain

Diving In

Looking back, I can see symptoms of depression in myself as a child. I used to have such severe dysphoria that I would “disappear” in a sensation of floating above my body, unable to connect with others or even myself. I would pinch myself...