Category: Rachel Skirvin
You Are a Missionary
If you were to have asked me ten years ago if I was called to the mission field I would have said no in the few languages I knew. My vocabulary and knowledge of vernaculars have grown but until recently my initial response would probably still have been no. Now if you were to… View Article
Joy in the Mourning
The English language has so many really strange rules. There are, however, some really cool things I can get on board with. For instance, I love homophones. It’s so interesting to me that two words can sound exactly the same but be spelled differently and have a different meaning. One Saturday over oatmeal the Lord… View Article
Love Like Ty
Ty Marlin was 6 ft 5- a giant in more ways than one. When other people were hurting, he stood tall and strong for them. No matter a person’s height, everyone looked up to him. He was good at just about everything. He loved music, especially the drums. He taught himself to play guitar,… View Article
The Fire Works
The Fourth of July has always been one of my favorite holidays. Families and friends gather together to eat hot dogs and yell at each other; it’s the American dream- celebrating America’s birthday. Though the tenacity has mellowed out, starting from childhood, I have always been a patriotic person. In elementary school, I was a tiny… View Article
Opening Doors
We have all been there. You see a certain person or group of people approaching your front door and you instantly revert to “ninja, lock all the doors, turn off the lights, close the blinds” mode. Sometimes you just don’t want to open the door. You just want to stay locked inside and not… View Article