On this Mother's Day as I sat in church with my two precious children, surrounded by my amazing church family, a whisper of sorrow woun...

Kermit Gosnell is you, and he's me; without the grace of Jesus active in our lives that is. I came to terms a long time ago that I was ...

I'm writing less and more sporadically these days, and it seems more raw. I thought when I came back from Serbia last October I would ...

Gordana and Beck Last week I shared a little bit about meeting Gordana when I traveled to Serbia last year. Her work reaching out to t...

What's Holding Me Back I'm afraid. Man I hate seeing those words in black and white. I would argue with them, "I am not afra...

For the last couple of months our church has been talking about Vintage Faith. We've taken the passage in Hebrews 11 and drawn out so...

Steps up Petravaradin Fortress Last week I wrestled between God's leading and my dreaming as I worked out a response, a vision, to t...

I feel a little frustrated, an ache of longing has settled into my heart, the weariness of life has slipped around my shoulders like an unw...

(Just so you know from the outset I'm posting pictures here that may be emotional or difficult to see) I've had a pent up lullaby...

Time moves differently in Serbia. I don't know if it's the pace of this culture or that I'm so outside of my own routine. I lo...

I find myself breathless, surrounded by laundry, suitcases, and to do lists. If I knew then what I know now I wonder if I would have riske...

The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love. Galatians 5:6b What a beautiful thought. Impossibly hard if we focus...

Almost five years ago now, when I was growing little Maggie in my tummy, I prayed a strange prayer. I remember telling God that if he want...

I feel like whispering instead of shouting which is a little odd given the news I have to share. I can only imagine it's because I am ...

I have been "far from home" for a long time. When I started this blog I named it Beck Far From Home for two reasons. The most ob...

A package came in the mail yesterday. It held the exciting promise of travel to Serbia. My passport! I've been itching to post an update...

I wanted to share with you a short story I recently submitted to a writing contest at The Write Practice . The prompt was "America Is....

My heart wanders the halls of an institution I've never been to. Images of ragged children, too small, and vacant eyed impose themsel...