Author Archives: Celeste

This corner has been quiet for more than a year now. Life sometimes takes those turns, when continuing to doggie paddle is simply all you can do for a while. This year rather than teaching full time, my title includes … Continue reading →

Yes, our family is still in Honduras in the same ministry. It’s just that I’ve become mother of 60 very rambunctious middle schoolers and find myself just treading water. After considering taking on the home ec position, I suddenly found … Continue reading →

As I walked to kids to school this morning through our parent parking lot I was reminded how close we are to elections. Several cars were flying their various party’s flags. One is red with a white stripe, another is … Continue reading →

So it seems that I am being forced into a new groove this year. And God just must laugh because the new groove is the old one with a twist. When we moved here to Central America and to this … Continue reading →

We had a family outing to a familiar tourist spot this last weekend, but it had a different twist because it was the “Day of the Bible” and there were parades in Valle to commemorate the event. It was fun … Continue reading →

I believe the original game was Frisbee football, but by the time we arrived it included a soccer ball on one end. Our older kids started out just playing soccer on the sidelines, but there happened to be a rather … Continue reading →

Ever get that urge to laugh at the wrong time? Well it happened to me on Sunday. It’s hard to imagine until you have attended our church. We are absolutely bursting at the seams. Our most recent record was 232 … Continue reading →

Funny how when we want a taste of home that’s where we call. “Mom, how do you make your…..” I’ve done it myself more often than I could count. Now my boys on their own will call and ask me. … Continue reading →

It’s funny how sometimes a certain smell or a song can take your mind to another place and time. Sunday, as we sat in our little church here on a mountain in Central America, I was suddenly back in Chicago, … Continue reading →

We were headed home from the airport with new and returning teachers today. As our mountain came into view I turned to the young boy behind me and said, “Caleb, do you see the statue of Jesus with the big Coca … Continue reading →