On my eighteenth birthday I love adventures. When I was eighteen, I went on a medical service trip in the jungles of Borneo. My dad ...

I came across this quote some time ago in a book on writing : "I get up. I walk. I fall down. Meanwhile, I keep dancing." Cookin...

{For Cat and Gideon on the night before they leave for their honeymoon} I recently re-read an email I wrote to Hans before our wedding -- ...

At the lowest point of our wedding planning, I laid on the floor of my apartment, face down, praying, chanting, " I am yours, save me ....

Hans wrote my wedding vow. And I wrote his. I made Hans promise all sorts of things I wanted. My first draft included several mentions of ...

Hans is neck-deep in writing sermons for a retreat next weekend. He will be expounding on how our worship of God (or other idols) overflows ...

Photo Credit: Catherine Yong I came across a letter written by Helmuth von Moltke to his wife, Freya von Moltke 12 days before his d...

{a story of Khesed's birth} Falling in love with my husband was not part of the birth plan . For months, I have been praying that I...

Repentance and forgiveness are daily, necessary routines in our marriage. Routine unlike eating dry, plain oatmeal. But the routine of wa...

Here is my answer to another favorite question from my single friends: "How do I know whether this person is the one for me ?" F...

Hans, and my Mama. Nobody can set me straight the way they can, and do. They see through my excuses, self-pity, and self justifications. Cal...

crush [ kruhsh ] noun 1. The state of being infatuated. Intense, all-absorbing, short-lived passion for something or someone. 2. The ob...

I woke up on Saturday morning to Hans' voice humming Moon River to me. It was the perfect song to begin our day together, the day we wo...

If your soul need some lightening today, these two videos might draw the curtains and brighten your darkness a little. They are stories abou...

{and how to get to know people} After my post about how to act around people of the opposite gender , I received a lot of questions abo...

{and how to act around people of the opposite gender} When we were very young, Pa was the pastor to three churches spread out in the inter...

The boys were asleep; the house was quiet. All I could hear was the soft murmur of the air purifier and Hans' fingers on the keyboard. ...

When Hans was my gentleman-friend , our long-distance "dates" would at times include lengthy readings from Jonathan Edwards' t...

Yohanan had diarrhea earlier this week. In those two days, I must have washed him every other hour. The poor boy was feverish at night. My l...

{On the sixth anniversary of his proposal} Six years ago, Hans flew to New Haven. There, he mopped my floor and asked me to ma...