‘Take Me Home Country Road to the Place I Belong…’

We are sitting in the Lufthansa lounge in Larnaka, Cyprus, on our way home via Frankfurt. Our plane will touch down in Dallas in about 24 hours. We left our daughter in a puddle of tears. It was a hard good-bye, because we had so much fun! The up side is that she bounces back…

The Stars Tonight

  Wayne and I took a trip to Nicosia, the capital of Cyprus, this afternoon. It is about an hour and a half from the Troodos mountains where we are staying. Nicosia is a very interesting city as the only divided capital in the world–half Turkish Cypriot and half Greek Cypriot. There is much to see,…

Cyprus Pine

  We spent the day teaching and interacting with the students of the Gateway Beyond discipleship school. What amazing young people, who are radical for God and serving Him in the nations. I always receive more than I give out when I come. These young people challenge me in profound ways to give all, to hold nothing back. To…

Stepping into the 20s

We are in the mountains of Cyprus. It is so cold, but the fresh mountain air, the scent of pine, and the wood burning in the fireplaces are invigorating. This clean air almost makes me dizzy. It is great to be here in the community where we lived for three years. The relationships are dear and…

To Hope

  No explanation for this poem, just watching the Mediterranean Sea and the wind and pondering…  

The Sea Tastes of Serenity

“Boredom is the feeling that everything is a waste of time; serenity, that nothing is.” – Thomas S. Szasz Yassas! Informal “hello” in Greek. I am looking at the Mediterranean Sea as I write this and thinking about serenity. Also I am trying to remember why I didn’t want to take this trip. The reason…

Ready, Set, Believe

  I wrote this poem after we had spent half a day with Tamara, our Russian guide, in Moscow touring the Kremlin, Red Square, Lenin’s Tomb, and the Russian Crown Jewels. 

The Smell of Sheep

  My husband and I leave in a couple of days for Cyprus. I am feeling overwhelmed a bit by trying to prepare once again for another international trip. Don’t misunderstand. I love it once we get there, but getting there… the cleaning, washing, packing, setting things in order. so we can leave… The task seems daunting…

Liebestraum No. 3

One of my favorite classical pieces, Franz Liszt’s Liebestraum No. 3. Here it is played by Afghan/German pianist, Nageeb Gardizi