Who are you? Who am I? Sometimes, our perspective on the topic of identity can get a little distorted. There are several titles I could use to describe myself, so I might respond to this question with at least one …
Tag: missionary wife
On Ministry, Kingdom Building, and Grace
Perhaps the biggest personal frustrations in what we refer to as ministry—whether that be the ministry of marriage, or family, or missions, or church-planting or lay ministry—come as the natural results of our own sinful selves. We are so easily …
Four Favorite Books for Poetry Tea Time
I don’t quite remember how I stumbled on the Poetry Teatime concept. I’m guessing it began with reading one of Sally Clarkson’s books, then following her and a few of her writer friends on Instagram, and the rest is history. However …
The Girl Who Complained About Snow
Five years ago today. I look at this old picture and I see so many things. I see a guy who has always been willing to do anything for anyone, and never complains about it. I see a lot of …
Reflecting on 2018 “52 Weeks of Stillness”
In many ways, the year has flown by, and in others, it seemed quite long. Can anyone else relate? I focused on “Stillness” this year, and it was a year of quiet, healing, introspection, reading, study, and rest. (Except when …
Why Not?
I read recently that November is Defend the Orphan month. The Bible is very clear that we are always to defend the fatherless. So what exactly does the word “defend” mean? The 1828 dictionary defines it this way: “To drive …
Just a Sec
Hi, I’m Aleassa, and sometimes, I write on a very little blog called Coffee With Sprinkles. I haven’t shared on it in awhile, and I thought I would take just a sec to share my current thought process. This has …
God Is Good
There are moments when heartaches like sea billows roll. In the waves, God is good. There are days when physical pain is too much to handle, and tears of weakness fall. In the pain, God is good. There are times …
A Mango for Mother’s Day
We drive through town, dodging stray dogs and fruit carts on this hot Mother’s Day. A fragrant pink rose bounces in the sunshine of the dashboard. We stop at a restaurant and park in the shade of a tall mango …
Night Songs
{This is a repost of a post I wrote for the Encouragement From Women Who’ve Been There Facebook Page} Psalm 77 “I cried unto God with my voice…In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran …
