Tracing the handiwork

When I sat on the first flight home from the Netherlands, I had 8+ hours to think about what (and who) I was leaving behind and what (and who) I was going home to. It was hard. I came home and immediately had to spring into action getting ready for school and going back to... Continue Reading →

Coming home

Coming home. At the end of a vacation or trip away to camp, you're supposed to feel satisfied, like you had a wonderful time but are ready to come home. Coming home is supposed to feel like bringing your heart back to where it belongs. It's supposed to be the comforting return to normal life,... Continue Reading →

The life of the unexpected

{Forest Glen Bible Camp, Nova Scotia} It's a Saturday afternoon. I should be at work. I'm not because I'm quite sick. Instead, I've spent the day sitting weakly in this squishy brown chair, coughing my lungs out and trying not to move too much so my muscles won't ache as badly. I just reached the... Continue Reading →

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