Tagged Kate Motaung


The Path to Life

The morning air was still fresh and crisp as we plodded forward on our hike to the peak. We had barely begun our ascent when my five-year-old arched his neck, pointed his chin to the sky, and spotted the goal at hand. “We’re almost there, Mom,” he concluded. His first time ever walking this trail,…


Living Community

Last weekend, I witnessed community. I witnessed community when a friend’s toilet got blocked and he called us to borrow our plunger. He could’ve just gone to the store to buy one, but he chose to drive to our house to borrow ours. Community. At church, one kid needed a new diaper and the parents…


Christmas Favorites: Eric Schrotenboer’s “Bethlehem”

When I close my eyes and think about curling up in front of a toasty fireplace with a steaming mug of hot chocolate at the end of a long December day, one particular Christmas CD comes to mind. It’s Eric Schrotenboer’s solo piano album, Bethlehem, and it’s the perfect compilation of instrumental Christmas songs to…


Overnight Biceps

At a mere five years of age, the idea is already firmly planted in his mind: big muscles are cool. Not only is he convinced that big muscles are cool, but he is also sure that he wants them. Determined to get them, actually. He studies intently the way his elder brother attempts a push-up,…


Sundae Theology

Paperwork. Applications. Fees. Months of waiting. More paperwork. More fees. More waiting. Medical exams. Immunizations. X-rays. More money. Long drives. Interviews. More money. After two years of waiting, our family is finally coming to the final stages of the immigration process from Cape Town, South Africa, to the United States. Upon hearing that one of…


Porch-Swing Patience

There’s patience … and then there’s patience. You know what I mean. There exists a pseudo-patience, the kind that scrapes the surface and looks admirable to passers-by, but is inextricably intertwined with discontentment. Then there is porch-swing patience. Have you ever seen someone swaying back and forth on a porch swing in the cool of…



I love to paint. I don’t do it often enough, but I love it nonetheless. And when I paint, I don’t think. I lose myself in a different world, completely oblivious to what day it is, what time it is, what I need to do when I finish. I pretty much get “tunnel vision,” both…


Loss Observed

English poet Robert Southey wrote, “The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.” The film Courageous uses an adaptation of this quote as the pastor in the movie says to a grieving father, “I’ve heard it said that…


Heading Home

I settled down into seat 34G, disappointed that I didn’t get the aisle. Well, I guess it was to be expected, considering I had only booked my flights from South Africa to the United States that same morning. The 50-something woman who had scored the aisle seat next to me waited until she heard the…

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