On Mission to Welcome Others Into the Imperfect Fray of Our Lives This is a post I wrote about hospitality for our own Chapel Hill Bible Church.
When I was a little girl, my grandfather said my middle name was “go.” It was a generational thing. He always said the same about my mother, and my grandmother before her. It’s something that’s been true of me, and now I see this “go” gene in the eyes of my two boys. They make plans during afternoon quiet time, finding a backpack in their closet and filling it with a stuffed Dog-Dog and Leopard, trusty blankets, and a storybook Bible—their worldly possessions, neatly zipped up for the moment I tell them it’s time to go.
We were celebrities and oddities in a rolling caravan. And by rolling, I mean with actual wheels—a double stroller and several wheeled suitcases trailing my husband and I as we careened through an Asian airport with our two boys, ages three and one.
“This is hard work! Are we getting paid for this?” Such unfiltered commentary isn’t unusual when half your workforce falls in the one- to 10-years-old range. They were part of our hard-working crew for Big Serve Saturday, Chapel Hill Bible Church’s intentional day of service each year when individuals, families and life groups descend on […]
Mamas (and grandmamas:)! Anyone up for a mom-and-kids outing with missions in mind? Rusher and I will be doing our first Moms on Mission event for the year next Friday, October 14, at 9:30 a.m. on UNC’s campus! We’ll be meeting up at the Morehead Planetarium to chalk Scripture, engage with college students and (as is […]
Two years ago, I wanted to make my time as a stay-at-home mom with young kids matter for the Kingdom. But I didn’t want to do it alone! Gathering up some friends (and friends of friends!) along the way, we started Moms on Mission. It’s a once-a-month gathering of moms, dads and/or grandparents with their […]
A dinosaur roar. An apology. Understanding. Lots of roaring.
Hosting our table guests at the International Harvest Celebration didn’t start with a formal invitation to friends we’d known for months or years. It began just two weeks before while intercepting my four- and two-year-olds doing what they do best: stomping and snorting and roaring ferociously at two seven-year-old Chinese boys at a park.
You can check out some of the best moments of our work+mission trip to Thailand with the tag #kingsinThailand on Instagram.
In the central Trois-Roches village, walking past tall African-descendent women balancing wash and grain on slender necks, I met hunger just outside an American-funded well. Wrapped in red gingham, teeth clenched around a roasted corncob, the child looked into my white face with uncertainty while her brothers pumped water into a bucket.
“What does hunger in Haiti look like?”