Category: Memoir

Categories
Memoir

Attic mystery

Here’s a little light reading for Thanksgiving week. True story. From the archives. And the attic. 

Todd arrived home late one night. After a long trip. When he opened the front door, the first thing he saw was me. Standing at the top of the stairs, on the second floor. Gripping a cricket bat with both hands. 

What? 

I silently pointed to the air vent in the ceiling. One little paw was reaching down, clawing at the air. I whacked the ceiling and it retreated. 

I had no idea what “it” was. But I wasn’t about to let it just waltz down into our home.

Photo by Joanna Kosinska, from Unsplash
Continue reading “Attic mystery”
Categories
Crossing Cultures Devotional Memoir

Makeshift altar

Our firstborn was 14 weeks old when we moved overseas. En route to Pakistan. 

The week before we left America, I held her close and wept. Quietly. With the door shut. In the bedroom at my in-laws’ home.

I asked the Lord, “What are we doing to our little girl?” 

The weight of leaving what we knew and going to the unknown hit me hard that day as I rocked Becca in my arms. 

But we finished packing our trunks and suitcases. Then boarded the Thai Airways flight across the ocean.

On our way. 1992.
Continue reading “Makeshift altar”
Categories
Devotional Making Disciples Memoir

Equip in the spiritual battle

The house was bright and airy. The back door opened to a lovely garden.

The garden at our house in Indonesia.

A year after we moved our family to Indonesia, we were looking for a house to rent. This one seemed just right. We moved in. And slowly put things in order.

Then Jenna came to me one evening. Afraid. She was 10 years old.

“Every time I go into a dark room at this house, I see the outline of a man. He has two red eyes. I’m scared to go in the dark rooms.”

This was not the first time she had mentioned the red eyes. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Continue reading “Equip in the spiritual battle”