Everything new, even me.

This past Sunday we found ourselves standing in an echoey hall, clasping mugs of church coffee and trying not to look completely awkward in our cluelessness. It was our first time at church in three months; an international move a few months ago made church going complicated, and honestly we’ve been enjoying Sunday mornings making…

Seeking Beauty in the Hard Seasons

Probably the hardest part of this in-between time for me is the lack of people to talk to. I’m an extrovert by nature. I love and need alone time, but without daily meaningful conversation my energy tanks run dry. But when you’re moving to a brand new city, there’s not so many meaningful conversations to…

Doing life together as church family

At the end of the church service on Sunday, I joined our pastor on the stage, and tried to calm the loud beating coming from my chest. Public speaking doesn’t usually unnerve me but yesterday was a little different. I was saying goodbye to two of our closest friends and I wanted to do it…

at three months

It’s been a little over three months since we moved from Brussels to Luxembourg. It feels like much longer. It’s been a wonderful three months and a really hard three months. A lot of people have kept reminding me that it takes time to feel at home in a new place. Six months has been…