Personal reflections on January in Germany.
Category: life
2017: Our 1st Year Living Abroad
A Review of Our 1st Year Living in Germany.
Our Door is Always Open
A letter to our "uninvited guest".
The Lies of Self-Pity
What the Lord is teaching me about my battle with self-pity.
Home Sweet Homburg
Our 2nd Home.
Christmas in February
Wednesday, February 8th. We were still eating every meal in camping chairs, sleeping on a mattress on the floor, and re-wearing our small selection of clothing. Yet, feeling very thankful that we had successfully found a house... and we're no longer living in Temporary Lodging. William was now going to work every day, which meant I was … Continue reading Christmas in February
Brain Work vs. Heart Work
My dear friend, Lindsey, unexpectedly FaceTimed me last week. As usual, we started squealing when the connection grew strong enough to finally see the other's face. "BRITT!!!! How are you? How is your heart?!", the first thing out her mouth. (Everyone needs a friend that will ask questions like this.) I quickly responded,"Good! I'm actually doing … Continue reading Brain Work vs. Heart Work
“What DO you have to be thankful for?”
January 19th, 2017, we officially transitioned from our Temporary Lodging Facility (TLF) to our house. Of course, we still do not have our furniture or the majority of our belongings…. but after living out of suitcases in 6 different locations (over the past 31 days), we were thrilled to be moving those suitcases to their … Continue reading “What DO you have to be thankful for?”
Very New Year
I just love the month of December. It's full and festive. It wraps up the year, yet preps for the next. It's the birth month of Christ. It's the midpoint of a school year. It's family and warm clothes and presents and cookies and lights and all things magical. (And it just so happens to be the month William and … Continue reading Very New Year
My Sister, My Friend
On May 25, 1994, my perfect four years on earth were suddenly interrupted, when my parents insisted I meet this 11 lb, 11 oz, dark haired baby, they called Emily. My grandparents, aunts and uncles all seemed so happy about this Emily person. But I wasn’t so sure. “When is she going back to the hospital?", I asked, … Continue reading My Sister, My Friend
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