By Mommy Emily I’m doing dishes at the kitchen sink, autumn leaves skipping like giggling children across the yard. I’ve been home for five days now — having led a team of four (three board members and a social media director) to Sierra Leone, West Africa — and my three-year-old daughter’s making pretend alphabet soup…

By Mommy Emily   It’s Tuesday and sweat is trickling down the insides of my knees. We’re seated on wooden benches in Namagera Village, just five minutes from the School of Hope land. It’s a prayer clinic – our national team puts it on every month to train locals how to pray. There’s a slight…

By Mommy Emily I’m standing in the middle of Costco with a cart full of things we really don’t need surrounded by people pushing carts filled with things they really don’t need in a warehouse lined with shelves stacked with things we’re all convinced we can’t live without. In three days I’ll be standing on…

woman contemplating life

It’s a tired that runs deep, like a long aching river. I’m at a camp tucked deep in Saskatchewan, Canada, surrounded by grass and lakes, with a room full of Free Methodist women, and I’ve just finished telling them about The Lulu Tree. The moon is out and so is the coffee cake. I carry…

No pastor is perfect. No church is perfect. I’m not here to bash churches and I’m not here to exalt pastors. I’m here to get real with you about why God called a very sinful woman (me) who ran for years from the institutionalized church, to found an organization which trains pastors and churches. I…

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