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Hello. I’m Tasha.

I am dreamer, a Hapa girl, wife to Matt, and mama to 3 little warriors: 2 wild boys and 1 little lady. I love french fries, world maps and Stabilo pens. A coffee-drinker, storyteller, and kimchi-eater; I was made to walk where cultures collide, on dirt roads and carefully placed cobblestone streets. Jesus is my heartbeat.

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I’m not outdoorsy; I don’t like bugs and itchy things. But God keeps nudging me outside. I’m craving it, and the simplest things on the other side of our front and back door are filling me up: walks in our little yard, jogs in the neighborhood, a smile from a neighbor, pulling at weeds for hours, feeling the sweat dripping down my face, watching a spider climb through grass blades, listening to the swell of cicadas in the morning, noticing the perfect angle of a grasshopper’s legs as it perches on our dirty fence, my daughter’s toes next to mine, and waiting for another gentle brush of wind to cool my forehead like an act of resistance or protest towards the unrelenting heat. It all feels connected to everything going on in and around me. Summer is reminding me that I’m alive, and that if I pay attention to the beauty of creation as it moves and sings alongside of all the chaos and imperfection, she will keep waking my tired heart to wonder. She will offer me tangible gifts of God’s love and unending grace. #summer #onethousandgifts #payingattention #awakeandalive #unendinggrace #noticing

I used to be a night owl. Having kids disrupted that long-time habit. I always thought I’d go back to it eventually. But lately I’ve been hungry for the early morning sky. I’ve gone to bed more excited for it than my morning coffee (gasp). I can’t shake the awe I feel every time I step outside and see the sky overhead. Whether it’s dreary gray or an airy blue splashed with color and light, the immensity of it stills me. The on-going expanse of it reminds me how big grace is. That it’s enough for everyone in my still-waking city, and worlds beyond. It covers all of us, not just some of us. When I come back inside, the day begins with the same imperfections from yesterday. I can’t bring the sky inside to smooth out our summer chaos, but those 20 min of my feet hitting the pavement while I worship the One who made everything, centers me. What spaces speak stillness and scripture back to your tired spirit? #thursdaythoughts #morningsky #morningjog #onethousandgifts

“Sometimes life feels like standing in a room surrounded by sharp splinters and rough-edged remnants of what was. No matter how hard we try, we can’t force something beautiful from the broken we’re surrounded by. Sometimes it’s impossible to see past the mess, the silence, the loss, or the shock of our unmet expectations.” Read the rest at the link in my bio. #linkinbio #saturdayreads #grace #incourage #brokenglass #shardbyshard

I’ve been in a weird place with writing lately. I’ve wondered if it matters and whether storytelling is as powerful as I’ve always said it is. If being vulnerable is worth it. I know these questions and moments visit all of us who create with words, or paint, or flour, or numbers, or strumming, or safe space... If you are in a place like this, you aren’t alone. Maybe the words keep bumping into each other, or the ingredients don’t mix well, or the numbers aren’t adding up right. I’m not an expert, but I think it helps to know that we can move forward together. We can remind each other to keep wrestling through the doubt. These moments aren’t there to get through quickly or hide away, but instead, to work through honestly as we share the weight with each other, remembering, as Madeleine L’Engle wrote, “to be alive is to be vulnerable.” 📷:@jenniferfarisphotography #afewthoughtsonfriday #keepgoing #weneedeachother #keepwriting #keepcreating

Matthew made me this beautiful Rosemary Lavender cake for my birthday last week. He asked me what cake I wanted, and I let myself pick an over-the-top, unusual cake with cake flavors none of us had tried before. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? But this isn’t about learning to be myself or about being honest about what I want. That’s very important. It’s also not about how my husband and I get each other and do amazing things for each other-we miss the mark quite a bit to be honest. I’m all for every kind of test that helps us understand how we are wired, what motivates us, and and how we like to give and receive love. But, I’ve become convinced that we can learn to receive love that is offered in ways we might not choose or are most wired to receive. We can learn new love languages and receive love through them. We can do both: become more aware and comfortable with who we are and how we are wired, while also laying ourselves down in humble submission to one another. It feels like the stretch and pull of a rubber-band at times. But it’s become such a freeing and enlarging way to move forward in relationships. Relationships in my family, in friendships, and in cross-cultural settings. It’s not always easy, but it’s freeing, and the longer I live, the more I am sure that it’s the only way to move past the barriers where we all get stuck so easily. Can you relate?

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