By Mommy Emily We arrive to a throng of people alive with hope the color of the lush green forests around them. They begin few – three miles out – a few young men and boys able to run the distance. Then they’re joined by school children in blue uniform, marching and singing. Soon the blue is joined by an array of yellows, reds and purples–women swaying hips and clapping hands and laughing as Sonnel’s Jeep motors slowly into Massaralie, the home…

By Mommy Emily We arrive in the evening, after 24 hours of flight. We arrive to the roar of a motorboat taking us across the waters to the mainland of this west African country founded by former slaves. We’re ushered into the country by boys who scramble to assist with our bags for a few “Leones”, …

By Mommy Emily   It’s like a long pencil-streak, this road I ride. A strip of ruler-straight asphalt, drawn past fields of wheat and canola. Sometimes I see deer with white tails, leaping through blades of wheat. Sometimes I hear frogs. Once, I saw a moose taking a swim in the dark in a pond…

image of lulu tree blog header

I have spent my whole life trying to be successful. I thought it was what we were supposed to do. Worse than that, I thought success was the mark of a blessed Christian. If God loves you he’ll bless you, says the prayer of Jabez and North America’s favorite verse, Jeremiah 29:11. His desire is…

Post by Paula Bicknell On the last day of August, we loaded the tractor, the rocking chair, and the little green monkey. As the shipping container departed down our long, country driveway, I wondered if Cruz’s little green monkey would crawl out of his box, jump into the rocking chair, and then up onto the…

*Forgive us as we interrupt our Sabbath Month to inform you of some desperate prayer needs* I was seated in the sun at Riding Mountain National Park, red purse at my feet, about to head out for milkshakes with my Mum, sister and sister in law. My hands smelled like soap as I’d been scrubbing…

© 2015 The Lulu Tree | Designed by EnterMuse.
Top
Follow us: