That's me in the center with my mom, dad and younger sister in our "Robinson Crusoe" home in Kaisenik, Papua New Guinea. Over the course of my 51 years, I have lived in many different homes and slept on countless guest beds and couches. In Papua New Guinea, we had a village home, and our … Continue reading God is My Home
Author: Eva Burkholder
I Take Hold
As a new student at Baylor University, I was a fish out of water. Eighteen years old, a third culture kid (TCK) from Papua New Guinea left standing on the steps of my dorm by my parents returning to the mission field. I was naïve and frightened. I had to do and face things I had never done before—all alone.
Remember…
Oh, the things one finds when sorting and packing for a big move! Last week I found the handwritten cry of my heart that I included in my blog. This week, I found another treasure! Reaching into an old bag, I pulled out a tattered and patched up pink bunny and a somewhat creepy brown koala. My … Continue reading Remember…
Packing Ponderings
I wander around my increasingly empty home and talk to myself as my words echo on plain walls. Marks are clear where pictures used to hang and empty nails remind me of faces and drawings that I love. I linger in a room and remember my son who lounged here and studied and chatted with friends and played endless hours of xbox or play station (never really knew which it was).
Delighting in God
Psalm 37:4 says "Delight yourself in the Lord." What does that mean? How do I do that? What would it look like to delight in God today?
The Wind of the Spirit
I lay on my bed in Schreiber Lodge (at the church prayer retreat) and gazed out the window as the dawn lit the sky. All I could see were the silhouetted branches of tall trees intertwined and enmeshed in each other. As I continued to look, the trees began to sway gently. What force was … Continue reading The Wind of the Spirit
Sacrifice
This is the first home that I have legally owned. And this is the longest that I have lived in one location in my adult life. And I am so grateful for the eight years I have lived in it. Now the For Sale sign is going out in the yard. And I am having … Continue reading Sacrifice
New Directions
What would I do if I wasn't afraid? I read this question and began to ponder. My heart was restless, my task too small, my soul longing for more. The TCK (third-culture-kid) part of me was itching for a new challenge, a change and yet the US part of me was liking the comfortable life … Continue reading New Directions
