Palabras de Deb

Growing up, we lived “5 hours from anywhere”.  Obviously, that’s not exactly true, since where we lived was somewhere and that place was glo...

  Over the years the Camphouse siblings would often share hosting opportunities for Thanksgiving and Christmas.     The Langleys, Colemans a...

  When I was pregnant I would experience periods of extreme fatigue where nearly every day, generally sometime in the afternoon, I would bec...

  When we were in Puerto Rico in 2019 for mission work, we drove around with some of our free time to explore the area.     After the hurric...

Last week, I listened to a podcast that I found helpful. It was on "the Bible for Normal People" and featured Drew Hart. He's ...

 There’s been a lot of conversation lately around race consciousness and racial injustice.  I sometimes have lots I want to say and sometime...

  Grief is a funny thing.     For me, it has this sneaky subtle presence.     I don’t just fall apart in tears.     Instead, most often I fa...

I miss my mom.  My grief comes in unexpected waves now, and today happens to be one of those days where I really miss her.  It was 3 years ...

Dear Mom, I miss you. A LOT. Some days it feels like I could just call you up and ask your advice, or that we'll see you on the n...

Holy One, Draw us close to you. Speak life into our lives. Move the mountains of injustice in our world.  Calm the storms of hate a...