Clans, descendants, kings, children. The lists go on and on. Day by day, I had slowly been reading my way through the Bible, beginning with Genesis. I had arrived at 1 Chronicles but excitement dwindled as I scanned the first chapter. It seemed dr...

We’d just arrived home–our Africa home–from home assignment, where we’d made the agonizing decision it was time to move back. 

The world tells us to get joy. It tells us to fill our lives with the things that bring us pleasure or make our lives that much easier or more convenient. Savoring the latest coffee, newest shoes, or beautiful flowers.

We’ve all been there. Maybe it slowly dissipated over many weeks of being overwhelmed by the daily grind of cross-cultural life (think exhausting daily commutes or seemingly impossible language barriers). Or maybe it drained out in a moment or two...