Life among the pagodas
I’ve spent the last seven years living in Myanmar. I’ve learned new languages, cultural norms, and that nothing can stop the Gospel. Jesus is relentless in his pursuit of us.
I grew up in the big city (Seattle), then the sticks (Chehalis) and studied (I use the term in its loosest sense) Computer stuff in Bellingham.
After graduation, I got hooked up with some wild-eyed folks who shipped me off to Myanmar for the sake of the Gospel. After a few years, I realized that discipleship isn’t a two-year project and time is required to teach others what it means to follow Jesus and be lead by his spirit.
After more than a few lonely years, a fated church potluck brought a little dutch girl into my life. It’s much better now.
I was raised in a small farming community in the northwest corner of Washington State. I grew up tromping through cow pastures and forests, and had a particular penchant for pretending to be an Oregon Trail pioneer.
I met Jim when I was 15 and he was 22; it wasn’t love at first sight.
We forgot about each other until seven years later.
I care about entrepreneurship; I dream about starting businesses and creating a healthy economy in places like Myanmar.
I had decided against taking my Western self to a foreign country, and then God brought Jim into my life.
I am excited about food! Everyone needs it, and it brings people together; it’s the basis of just about any human fellowship. If I could give you food every time you visit our blog, I would. (The next best alternative I can offer is food writing and recipes at my other blog, Pickled Tea Leaves.)