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November 18, 2015
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“I think she’s dying,” my coworker said. She was talking about a woman who had been living cross-culturally for several months. I was brand new, still full of excitement and joy and the sense of adventure. My coworker had been there for years and had lived through many cycles...
Our soon-to-be-adopted son died recently. He was four-and-one-half years old. He was born hydrocephalic, blind, and with multiple health issues. We birthed him through eight hospital stays, six surgeries, and numerous bouts of pneumonia. We had been told he would probably only live three to five years. We took...
“How wonderful! How wonderful!” He looks up and gasps these words with the little oxygen he can muster. He is approaching the threshold of heaven—release is finally at hand for his pain-wracked body. His final exit is not sudden. Very gently, it seems, the Hand of Providence pries the...