Fog hugs the ground as it flows. From the Pacific Ocean. Over mountains.
Into Marin County.
The year we live there, I anticipate this view. Each morning. As I drive the kids to school.
Spectacular beauty.
Fog hugs the ground as it flows. From the Pacific Ocean. Over mountains.
Into Marin County.
The year we live there, I anticipate this view. Each morning. As I drive the kids to school.
Spectacular beauty.
When love runs out? I’ve been there.
And life lessons confirm my weakness. Insufficiency. To love in my own strength.
But He faithfully leads me to the truth.
My love runs out. His never does.
Favorite flavors and dishes multiply in the cross-cultural life. Leading to this, that, or the other taste of home.
Our grocery cart is often a wild mix. With differing ingredients for the week’s menus.
One day, I buy okra and chickpeas for Indian curry. Snow peas, lemongrass and baby bok choy for a Chinese stir-fry dish. And Japanese mochi. An afternoon snack or dessert.
Each cuisine serves up memories as well.