Two weeks ago, I began moving into my new home. If you were to visit me today, it would not look like Christmas in my house. And how would you know that? What makes Christmas, Christmas? If you could describe Christmas in one word, what would it be?
Author: Eva Burkholder
God’s Big Answer to my Big Prayer
Have you ever prayed one of those prayers you wish you hadn't? Well, I did last March. My pastor challenged me to ask God for something big. So I asked God to sell our home in Pennsylvania in such a way that it would be so clear that He had done it. In my mind, that meant a super quick sale at above asking price! Wouldn't that be a great miracle?
Release What You Take
In the Last entry, I looked at receiving whatever God gives without guilt and without complaint. Now, I take a step back, because I believe I often cannot receive unless I first release.
Receive What You Give
Last year (2013), Mark and I celebrated our 25th anniversary. We had wanted to go back to Bali, but as the time approached, we realized that was too far, too expensive and we had been there, done that. We wanted someplace new. The Caribbean was our answer. Tropics, familiar flora, ocean, papaya, snorkeling—heaven! So we ended up spending ten glorious days in St. Lucia. What a wonderful gift to receive from the Lord!
I Am Willing
As I was on the plane flying down to Dallas for an interview with Christar, God gave me my word for 2014—RECEIVE. In the weeks following, this word popped up everywhere I turned. After returning from Texas, my husband and I spent a few days trying to discern if we should join Christar. In that process, I found this prayer...
God is My Home
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
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…
