one small thing now

We have the day off school, and I spent most of it writing (an editing job + my next ebook). And I thought a lot about Ann’s post (and Shawn’s response) and all the people who are asking me, “So what can I DO??” I shared a few ideas in yesterday’s post, but it’s not really enough. And, at first, I was thinking, “We should all just talk to God for awhile and ask him what …

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caring is not a hobby

I have some words to say. But they have some big, powerful thoughts & feelings behind them, and that always makes me a little bit nervous. They’re also going to step on some toes. More nervous. The good news? I’m not one to shy away from stepping on toes. Why? Because I’m going to step on my own, too, and that always softens the blow just the tiniest bit. (And the whole wanting-to-have-perfect-words before I …

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state of the family

“How’s life in Cambodia?” What a great question. And my answer depends on my mood. Or how the last 10 minutes have gone. Or how much sweat is dripping off my face and/or pooling in my bra. “How’s life in Cambodia?” Amazing. Wonderful. Hard. Hot. A dream come true. Really, really great. Unbelievable. Complicated. Lonely. Really, really hot. Awesome. I really, truly, no kidding pinch myself every single day here. If I don’t do a …

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#iwishyouknew

My beautiful friend, Sarah, is a gifted writer. Her words can make me smile, laugh, cry. Tonight, little tears pricked my eyes as I read this post. (If the title looks familiar, it’s because I totally lifted it for my own post.) Okay, to be honest, I was already on the verge of tears. A few minutes ago, Ava got an email from her grandma (my mama) and said to me with puppy dog eyes, …

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without love, what?

My heart is aching. I feel heavy. All around me is grieving, groaning. Nothing is as it should be. Nepal. Baltimore. So many, many places around the world. Every single day. Our precious Judah is weakening (Jesus, we need a miracle). Now Nebiat. The girls’ neighbor-friend back at Abbey Lane. 14 years old. Found dead in a pond today after an apparent suicide. My heart breaks for her, for her family. Refugees from Eritrea, trying …

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in my former life

I gifted a pregnant friend today with my last copy of Expecting. I wrapped it loosely in a piece of paper (a trick I usually reserve for this book) in case she hadn’t told everyone the news yet. (She had. Whew.) She showed another friend the book, and this woman said, “I didn’t know you were an author.” “Yeah,” I smiled, “in my former life.” According to the sidebar on my blog, I have 99 posts …

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third-culture kids (part 4)

Another interview with the Girls Taviano! Catch up on Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 if you’d like. Today we’re answering questions from readers. Yay! Chris asks, “What’s the driving age so Ava can get her own moto?” Ava: 16. Olivia: But technically there isn’t one. Explain. Liv: You can’t get a license until you’re 16, but people drive without them. What would happen to you if you didn’t have a license? Liv: You …

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lost

I feel like we’re going to be in big trouble 15 or 18 or however many months from now when we touch back down on U.S. soil. (To clarify, we’re not moving back to the U.S. We’ll just be back for a visit every two years or so. A sweet friend was confused by the first sentence of this post.) Because we went to the movies today. And holy culture shock. There’s a new mall here, a …

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uneasy

I watch them ride away. Livi and Ava on their bikes, Nina on the back of Jillisa’s moto. Our sweet friend has offered to hang out with our girlies so Gabe and I can go on a date. I take a deep breath and walk back through the gate. I start to lock it and put the palm of my hand against it instead. “Please, sweet Jesus, protect my babies. Amen.” I walk back up …

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i’d love to blame pms

But I can’t. Of the five of us who have melted down today, only one (me) is at that special time of the month. I suppose my hormones are powerful enough to rub off on everybody else, but I’m not accepting blame today. Instead, I’m swiping away my tears and taking the opportunity to give anyone who cares a peek into our life at the moment. Our happy-go-lucky missionary life. I don’t want your pity (I’m too …

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