We drove north on highway 101, heading to my grandparents’ house. My dad’s parents only lived a few hours away from us, so we would go there for holidays whenever we could. We curved this way and that along the coast and away from it. In the seat next to me, unbuckled, sat a large … Continue reading When Being Mixed Makes You an Interruption
She lifted her hands to show me how small I was at birth. Her eyes bulged and she declared again, as if it was the first time she’d ever told me, “You almost didn’t make it! Did you know, you didn’t even cry?” There are those stories parents tell and retell, and by the time … Continue reading There is a Burning Bush Inside of Me
While she was still in Korea, our daughter went to a weekly playgroup with other kids like her, who were waiting for their forever families. When we came to bring her home, the adoption agency that had become part of her regular community gave us a little photo book with a cheerful yellow cover and … Continue reading All the Pages
One of the best things my parents taught me is that bridges between cultures are not only possible to build, but meant to be built. Their marriage alone is a testament to this and has been for my entire life as I’ve watched them bridge divides between the East and West. Despite the enormous span … Continue reading Travel as Family Discipleship
“Quiz me on this rock,” he said, holding up a bone-colored, jagged- edge stone. I could almost see his words of response at the edge of his lips, ready. My nine-year old has always been excited about geology. Any mention from me is all it takes to open the floodgates of his excitement and stored … Continue reading From Hidden to Risen
