The Street of Heavenly Dumplings



I have been asked about this issue many times. Sometimes I answer privately with my thoughts, but I often avoid this issue because I know that people have strong and varied opinions about the subject. This post is my attempt to address living as Christ in the world. These words are not intended…


Today I had one of those days.

One of those days where the mere thought of simply getting up made me want to never ever ever leave my bed. I woke up, had a cup and a half of coffee, and then staggered back into bed. I slept for two more hours.

Needless to say, my morning did not start off great. One of those little things that shouldn’t bother me got under my skin, and my overactive mind takes that one little thing and makes it a great big thing.

So I decided to start over. I tucked my overly-caffeinated self back into bed and somehow fell asleep again.

It hit me today that I’ve been home for four months since my adventures in Amsterdam and I still have yet to figure out my future, and maybe that’s why I didn’t want to get out of bed. Time has passed both quickly and slowly as it always does-slow in the moment, quick in retrospect.

Being home has been wonderful, and overwhelming. Waiting for the next step of my life to unfold has taken me a day-by-day practice in the art of patience. I feel like every hour of every day I am just filling time, taking up space until something happens.

I dislike that feeling most of all.

I dislike feeling useless. I dislike feeling stuck. I dislike living in day dreams when all I want is reality to dawn. I dislike comparing myself to people who seem to be having a great life while all I do is sit around and wait.

But reality is that waiting is a part of life. For all the rest of my life, I will be waiting. Waiting to find my husband. Waiting to have children. Waiting to decide where to build a family. Waiting to watch my children grow and have their own children.

I can’t fight waiting, so I may as well learn from it. I may as well embrace the fact that it is teaching me patience, growing my character, and testing my faith in the fact that things will eventually happen.

Even though I feel inactive, I cling to the truth that something is happening. It may be so deep inside of me that it can’t surface yet, but it will one day. I always learn from reflecting back, and one day I will remember this exact moment and what it taught me.

For now, that’s enough.

Liuxia, Zhejiang | China (by MinliangChen)
Future dreams
What I miss…

 Bicycles and Boat

What I miss…

 Bicycles and Boat

(Source: tempuros, via hklittleton)


Often times we don’t get to see the fruit of our labors, especially if you work in ministry.

I can’t count the number of times I was reminded that most of the time I would never see the results of my work in ministry. I would never get to see the lives of the people I helped turn out ok, or know what they were up to in a year. I would never know how many times I happened to talk about God with guests in the hostel, it actually stuck and changed something in their lives. That’s discouraging, but it’s also true.

Taped to the mirror in my room was a small piece of paper with this quote on it:

"No act of kindness was ever wasted." -Aesop

At first I smirked at this note every time I saw it. I thought it was some cute platitude, and I would even roll my eyes at it. Well obviously, I would think as I would look at the mirror to do my makeup or hair.

But after awhile, this thought wormed its way into my mind until all I could see in the mirror was this little note.

And on my last night in Amsterdam, I got to see the truth that this note was speaking.

I was sitting in a cafe overlooking the canal I would follow to work every day when I saw a man who had worked with us for a long time as a cleaner in our hostel. This man is incredibly intelligent when it comes to technology and is fluent in power languages like German, English, and Dutch. But years ago he lost his job and struggled to find one again. Normal life became overwhelming for him and he found it easier to be on the streets. He would live in squats and wander aimlessly around Amsterdam, trying to find some sense of normal again.

When he came to work in our hostel, I wanted so badly to see his life get back together. I worked with him for half a year. Along with other staff members, I prayed for him, I encouraged him to come to church, and I tried to make him see how much God love him.

When I saw him, I ran outside the cafe to give him a last hug. He was smiling like I had never seen him smile before and told me that he found a job. He looked proud, hopeful, and joyous-emotions I never saw on his face.

It’s not by my will, or work that his life turned around, but God’s persistent love for him. And out of His goodness, God allowed me to see a little bit more into His heart, a little bit more into His kingdom, and a little bit more into eternity, where all things are made right and perfect and beautiful again.

"I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord." Psalm 27:13-14

What I’ve Learned

I’ve been living as a missionary in Amsterdam for a year now. I hesitate labeling myself as a missionary, the same way I hesitate calling myself a writer, the same reason I don’t wear a cross. I don’t want anyone to define me because more often than not, I don’t measure up to the standard or expectations of any of those labels.

But I can’t say I’m not any of those things. I am a missionary, I am a writer, and I am a Christian.

And that’s probably the most important thing I’ve learned here-to embrace yourself just the way you are.

I know that’s how most of the stories go. The hero sets out on a journey just to find that they have changed along the way, but somehow they’ve arrived at the same place where they started-needing to embrace who they are, or maybe who they’ve become.

Not that I’m a hero, not at all.

But I am returning from an adventure and its scary.

I’ve embraced more of who I am now, but what about when I get home? Home is where things are comfortable and sometimes comfort leads to complacency. I’ve learned things here I don’t want to forget. I’ve experienced more of who I am and I don’t want that to change.

But sometimes returning is just as big of an adventure as leaving-and when you look at life as an adventure instead of a chore, it becomes exciting instead of overwhelming.


Winter is coming to a close. The air is still cold, but the sky is a weak blue instead of an impenetrable gray. Snow falls, but it melts into rain and clings desperately to the ground before turning into slush.

The shifting of seasons feels so much more noticeable here. Each season is marked by a change of the air, a change of the trees, and a change of the sun.

The seasons of the soul may be less apparent, but they are still occurring. As winter moves towards spring, I feel my joy growing.

This time, I am ready for a new season. Winter was full of trials and tears, but I am ready for rest and recovery. I am ready to be honest, and point that honesty towards myself. I want to process what a year has done to me. I want to breathe. I want to close my eyes at night and feel complete peace.

Even in seasons of rest, God is still at work. Rest doesn’t mean nothing grows or changes, but it allows for reflection. Like watching a movie or reading a book for a second time, if we take a second look at ourselves we see changes that are bigger in retrospect than they were in the moment that change was happening.

God makes the most of every season that he gives us, even if we feel like nothing is shifting, or growing-even if we feel like the lessons we’ve learned, or the trials we’ve faced from winter are not over. And sometimes lessons carry over from one season to another, sometimes they last a whole year, but there is grace enough to persevere in learning.

Springtime may mean that things don’t change, but it also may mean that they won’t stay the same.

"We have no right to judge where we should be put, or to have preconceived notions as to what God is fitting us for. God engineers everything; wherever He puts us, our one great aim is to pour out a whole-hearted devotion to Him in that particular work. “Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might.”"

Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest

In light of all my thoughts about my future, this was convicting.