My Mom’s Love Letter: Ojinguh over Fire

When I was a teenager living in the Midwest, I ate dried squid in the winter.  My mom would roast the ojinguh in our fireplace while cups of Swiss Miss hot cocoa grew cold waiting on a coffee table close by. Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus sat on our mantel above the fireplace where she … Continue reading My Mom’s Love Letter: Ojinguh over Fire

God Sings Over Me in My Mother’s Language

I have these memories of my mom making hand motions while singing San Toki, Toki Ya when I was sad or right before I went to sleep as a little girl. She would hold one arm up to symbolize a horizontal path and then prop her other hand behind it with her first two fingers peeking … Continue reading God Sings Over Me in My Mother’s Language

All the Pages

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

Travel as Family Discipleship

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

One Year with Everly

It’s been a year of crossing bridges and constructing them. We’ve seen our girl cross milestones this first year together:  ABCs, shapes, colors and 123s.  Climbing, jumping, sorting, discovering.  Here’s where adoption is different though: our little girl has trekked mountains while passing through these expected milestones.  It wasn’t just ABCs, it was ABCs in … Continue reading One Year with Everly