Knocks at the door. Steaming food, fresh and delicious, placed on hot pads, spread across the counter. The smells waft through the air, tickling our senses, awakening something within us. Here is home. A safe…

There are so few kids living near us. A tinge of sadness drips through our words. We are less disturbing to our neighbors if we contain playtime to the fenced backyard. They can’t relate to…

Underqualified. Far from ready. Maybe someday, but not now. These are words I felt far too often, whispered silently to negate the call we felt to step into missional living amongst those who live nearest…