Written by . . .
My name is Betsy. I am a child of God, a professor's wife, and a mother of four. We live on the island of Java.
The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
Category Archives: Keep Calm and Carry On
I cleaned out the car yesterday morning. Oddly I remember writing about cleaning the car once before, also on a day when my husband was away, but please don’t feel like this is a regular thing. That was probably the … Continue reading
I’ve been meaning to return to this for some time, as underneath all the turmoil of daily life and its activities there remains my desire to write. It just hangs out under there, poking its head up now and again, … Continue reading
This post is brought to you by the letter A and the number 1440, which is the number of minutes in a day. I’m trying something new right now. I’m really bad at it (shocker) and even when I have … Continue reading
For all of the wise women in my life. And especially for Mom. With love and gratitude. When Norah was about a year old we were living in “Merica, that vast land of enormous supermarkets and jumbo shopping carts. I … Continue reading
I was going to be creative for breakfast this morning. Eggs have been so boring lately. I had a little time while making supper last night so I prepared an egg bake. For sure, the ingredients I had weren’t what … Continue reading
I was trepidatious when I opened my eyes early yesterday morning to see Alex, already in a collared shirt, grabbing his backpack. On the days he teaches at seminary, he’s gone by six. Though it’s only his second week teaching … Continue reading
It’s been more challenging than I expected to start writing about Java. The difficulty is not that I can’t find anything to say. This is a place so wildly different from everywhere I have experienced before. There is so much … Continue reading
No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly. –J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of The Rings We live in a world of explosions. Bombs, guns, and–this week in Jakarta–grenades. Somehow when the … Continue reading
We celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday. I mean Thanksgiving was properly and duly celebrated. In the yes-it-was-the-actual-day-and-we-actually-had-a-turkey-and-put-pumpkins-on-the-table-and-filled-our-home-with-friends-and-went-around-and-said-what-we-were-thankful-for kind of way. I know I haven’t described our life here even a little bit. (Yet.) So it may be difficult to imagine just why … Continue reading