London

After the attacks this week in London, my new home has been not just on my mind, but even more so on my heart. Though not frequent by any means, the British are no strangers to this type of heart ache. But as I listen and watch the people of the isles, I do not…

Radical Welcome

Jess and I went to the U.K. for two weeks and we were able to attend the National Leaders Conference and experience the UK&I Vineyards. People kept asking me how it was going during the conference and I have to say, it was great! We are super excited. There was something about being around a…

The Veil

We sit as if behind a veil. We can only partially see in this life. With shadows and shapes playing across candlelit walls. We try the best we can to make sense of things that are hard to comprehend. We know we can be right at times in what we think we see, but never…

Uber Love

What a ride it’s been (pun intended). I’ve been driving Uber for a week and already it’s been hilarious and enlightening. I’ve driven around little old blind ladies, 40 something middle classers, millenial workaholics, and everything in between. As of yet I’ve had no jerks, no pukers, and no flirts, also I’ve only really driven…

Stephen’s Tension

I hope everyone’s Christmas was grand and safe. Here in Minnesota it was an odd day of weather that at times was a bit dodgy. Since getting to the twin cities it has been an interesting series of up and down events. My grandmother, my mom’s mom, has taken a bad turn. She’s been declining…

4 Lessons from Ignatius

I bet by the title of this post you thought I was going to talk about the Monk Knight of the Basque. Well sorry, it’s pretty much about my dog. Did you know that, my dog’s name is Ignatius? Iggy we call him. Let me tell you, I am not sure if any other living…

Rooted

We used to call my grandmother the “Scottish Gypsy.” To those in the UK, you probably don’t think that’s endearing, in our family it was high praise. Born in Michigan, she was one of the first female Marines a nurse on the east coast during the war. After she got married, to a rail of…

Calling…

I’ve been trying to take time to think about what the differences are between calling and vocation, every time I get into it I feel pulled back to my own situation with all of it’s emotion, this big move to the UK. The worry and anxiety creep their way in and I can’t help but…