Columns // Sprained Glass Windows2
It’s the second hug, and he still smells like a baby, my three-year-old with the soft cheeks. As I lean in, he says, “Mommy, I love everything. I love the air, the colours, girls, Daddy, Mommy, Aiden; I love the…Read More→
Columns // Sprained Glass Windows3
A large conference earlier this year, called the #IFGathering met in Austin, TX brought together throngs of believers raising their arms, holding up the heavens. I attended last year but this year found me at home, big with child, feeling her…Read More→
Columns // Sprained Glass Windows3
I still remember the day my pastor admitted to being human. Now, I am a pastor’s kid. I know pastors are human. But I didn’t know they could admit to it from the pulpit. I grew up seeing the pressure…Read More→
Columns // Sprained Glass Windows1
“Did you know?” my friend says to me in the mini-van on our way to her daughter’s birthday party. “Did you know the pictures of the children being beheaded by the ISIS aren’t even current? They’re from years earlier, but…Read More→
Columns // Sprained Glass Windows4
I stopped speaking at one and a half years old. I stopped speaking when I moved with my missionary parents from Canada to Nigeria. I just stood by a fence staring across the wire at my beautiful neighbours, at the…Read More→