Experience-colored glasses

The oth­er night, Ariel and I were watch­ing Riv­er sleep. It was pret­ty enter­tain­ing, because he tends to dream often, and his face gets very ani­mat­ed with the emo­tions of the dreams. This par­tic­u­lar dream was hav­ing him go from laugh­ing to cry­ing. “Oh, he’s hav­ing a night­mare,” Ari said, stroking his head to calm… Con­tin­ue read­ing Expe­ri­ence-col­ored glasses

Are you listening?

One of the great things about work­ing at Yachad Dis­tri­b­u­tion is that most every morn­ing we meet togeth­er for 15–20 min­utes and sing, pray, and encour­age each oth­er. This morn­ing, Shammah was telling us about a quote he’d picked up some­where, but he could­n’t remem­ber where he’d heard it. His son, Noah, piped up and told… Con­tin­ue read­ing Are you listening?


I have grown up with Jim, even though I’ve nev­er met him. Mom would recount his sto­ry over and again through­out my child­hood and ear­ly teens, with the result that his life and strug­gle to fol­low God have left a very vivid impres­sion in my mind. Jim Elliot was born Octo­ber 8, 1924, in Port­land, Ore­gon,… Con­tin­ue read­ing Jim