Some good news yesterday reminded me of a story. It’s a small piece of parenting advice I was given just before our second child, Jackson, was born, a way to bond our son Logan with his new sister right at the start. I didn’t come up...

Life isn’t fair. Why are some children born to well-off, stable, loving parents and others are born into extreme poverty, destined for a life of hardship and hunger? If God controls this, I have no idea how He decides which kids will win the parent lottery...

Hugs are good for you. If you have any doubt that this bit of deep wisdom is true, the bloggers of the world are here to remind you, offering a host of numbered lists that bloggers are addicted to writing. 7 Reasons why we should be giving...

  Who ever said, “Getting there is half the fun,” clearly never visited the Good Shepherd Agricultural Mission.   For those who didn’t hear, I’ve decided to end my year the way it began, back at the orphanage in India. I nearly got my kids to come with...

  A few months ago, I wrote a post about a song. It was a perk for the School Desks for Orphans campaign we ran on Indiegogo back in the spring. We were hoping to raise a total of $4000 at the time and decided to add...

I’ve been home from India for more than a month now. My daughter is back at college. My son is taking the semester off, driving across the country with his girlfriend to run in a Spartan race up in Banff, Alberta. Sounds totally amazing to me. With...

After six months, I’m back in the USA. I’ve done this reentry thing before. Once, in 2000, after a year in a Portuguese fishing village when my kids were seven and five. Once in 2010 after six months of volunteering around the world as a family. It’s...

India is full of orphanages. A quick search online at a website called www.indianorphanages.net currently lists 917 private orphanages. But these are only the ones that have websites and does not include the vast number of people running illegal operations, unregistered with the Indian Government. Technically, you...

The day I left the Mission, it rained hard, a steady monsoon down pour that turned the playground into a small lake. By four in the afternoon, while watching one last movie with the Small Boy and Girls, a nearby river breached its banks. After the...