Tag Archives: Hopes

Arabic Lesson with a Friend

Through the alley, up the stairs, I ring the door bell It sounds like a song bird. “Marhaba Habibti!” We kiss, one, two, three, sneak in four times because I really love her. She brings tea. She brings the fan. … Continue reading

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Month in Jordan Update

What has been on my mind? We’ve been in Jordan just over a month now. God, what is my prayer? I am afraid of missing out… I’m here for a short time… I want to meet people, practice Arabic, serve, … Continue reading

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PlayStation Disappointment

When I was around 8 years old, living in Jordan with my family, I remember being introduced to PlayStation for the first time. I was in class and I heard some classmates talking about playing in this play station. I … Continue reading

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Random Thoughts Before Moving to Jordan

A few random thoughts as we prepare to move to Jordan… Our flight there is August 1st and our return flight is for January 31st. Spices— call me a weirdo, but I’ve really been obsessing over what to do with … Continue reading

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Why do I have hope?

A few years ago, during college when I was still living at the Duffy house with roommates, I wrote out, “Why do I have hope?” on a chalkboard in my room. Over the years I have been writing out answers … Continue reading

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Church Anxiety

So, I’ve been anxious at church for several months now… after the mingling ends and people get settled in their seats to listen to the sermon, I feel my heart rate rising and I glance around to see how accessible … Continue reading

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On Losing Childhood

Written in December, 2015 when my husband and I visited my childhood home in Atibaia. My favorite tree is dying. Its branches are drying up and falling off. It’s weary back sways in the soft cool wind. I hear its … Continue reading

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