Surrender. It seems too delicate a word for me to understand, the syllables lilting off my tongue like failure, like giving up. Surrender seems cowardly, a tiny white flag of acquiescence. The signal that a battle is done. I’ve never been one to release control lightly. I’ve always been a fighter. I’ve always fought for what’s …
Last year, I didn’t have any resolutions. After the devastating loss of my first pregnancy, saying goodbye to my Ugandan home, my dream, and the day to day management of the non-profit I’d built over the last seven years, to move from Africa to America, I think my resolution was merely “to survive.” I did …
I’ve been thinking a lot about vulnerability lately. And how becoming a missionary or a leader can kill that. Nothing exposes our weaknesses as much as trying to lead projects or people. There is a constant struggle for perfection, to want others to see that your ministry is great or thriving or “better” than somebody else’s. …
