on the solid rock.

I’ve been finding that my soul longs for solid spaces to rest. My heart is easily able to turn to idols to satisfy this, but today I got a great taste of a “living metaphor.” Today we went hiking. I’ve been looking forward to this for over a week, and since we are all fit…

what grace is mine

Bray Beach Here are some pictures from our trip today to Bray and Malahide down the east coast of Ireland near Dublin. We took the DART (or train), which is something I’ve been wanting to do. ­čÖé A girl who┬áhas also been staying┬áhere at Fiona’s house also went with us. Her name is Hadjar and…

I don’t want to forget

We have about 11 days left here in Ireland, and on the bus today I was compiling a list from memory of all of the things I don’t want to forget. Some of them are cultural, while many others are spiritual. I can’t really even begin to express all of the things God has done…

Go West!

Here are some pictures from this past few days in the town of Dingle. I went with Mrs. A, and one of her friends named Clodagh (an irish name pronouced Clo-ta). Our purpose for going was two-fold. 1) to attend a silk dyeing workshop, 2) to use the opportunity to get meet people with art…

prayer please…

Hey all! This is just a quick post. I hope to post later about the past weekend I spent in the town of┬áDingle on the west coast and Dan’s experience in the Burren near Galway out west, but I wanted to ask for prayer quickly. Janna has been really sick since Wednesday and has gotten…

Taking time to grow stuff…

___________________________________________________________________________ {This is a guest post from my fellow teammate Dan. He has kindly contributed, and has summed up wonderfully what we’ve been experiencing and learning. Enjoy!} _______________________________________________________________________________ Missionaries like to use gardening metaphors. For example, Mark chapter 4. It makes a lot of sense and I think I’ve been persuaded to with all this…

streams in the desert: prayer stands against fear

I had a wonderful day at the writer’s group called “Ink Slingers” today. Excellent excellent excellent! There were about 9 of us, and the moderator (who has her master’s in Creative Writing) gave us a great prompt, and then 20 minutes to write something. After the 20 minutes, we went around the circle and read…

“in the night,” and on the sea.

I know I’ve probably posted the lyrics to this song before, but I stumbled across it in my iTunes just now and thought I’d share it in video form.   “Search me, O God, and know my heart, test me and know my thoughts. See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead…

some socrates, and some ‘fighting words’

On Tuesday night Janna’s sister got here with a friend. They had been staying in England for a school trip. So while Janna got them settled in (they are staying with us at our host family’s house), and while Dan was at Running Club, I headed downtown Dublin by myself to Costa Coffee to meet…

Mosaic. Oasis. Woven and Made holy.

These are some pictures from the past week. We spent last weekend in a town called Kilkenny about 1 1/2 south of Dublin. It was a country adventure. Being in nature was pure refreshment to the soul. I love the hills and valleys. The purpose of our going was to visit a friend of Mrs….

here.

I’ve got to be honest and say, that right now I’m in a bit of a rut in writing. I’m sitting here typing in Word, thinking through feelings and thoughts…working through stuff with God again…and again like always I find myself without words. I wish words could grasp it all. But I know they can’t….