I’m struggling this morning. I gave myself an extra half hour to sleep, but it’s the first time I’ve gotten up to write since before leaving Armenia for a quick trip back to the States over Christmas.

Jet lag is so much worse coming west.

This summer when we moved here, I had jet lag, but somehow—miraculously—the kids did not. At least, I don’t remember it, which is the same thing, right?

Not this time...

I wrote about an incredible experience I had with my son while my husband was deployed. I'm not going to go into the details here--you can read about it in the book--but it affirmed my belief that God not only wants us to pray, but...