Post Archive of Kim Van Brunt

Sifting through the broken pieces and holding them up to the Light.

Broken/filled/whole

Around here we talk a lot about being broken. There’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.

The gift of a knock-down, drag-out fight with God

I’m gonna take you back to my state of mind back in May, just before we heard of our Ugandan

It’s more than being outnumbered: On teaching character and grace

The jig’s up. Being the mother of four kids, I can no longer slip things under their little radars. There’s

Finding (Be)longing

I wrote this post in Uganda. We’re home now, but I think I’ll always be finding my way in this

Our warrior girl

It’s been quiet around here. Many of you know already why. Between the days spent in preparation, travel, bonding and

When God doesn’t come quickly

You’re in Africa. You’ve been here more than four weeks. Four weeks, in a country that you love, in a

When Africa breaks your heart

When I say I’m ready to come home, I am saying that I miss my boys, yes. I’m saying I

Raspberries in late June

I wonder how the raspberries are doing back home. Barely tamed animals, reedy stems poke and spread and duck under

What can I give?

There’s an uncomfortable reality that I’ve had to get used to, coming to Uganda. By way of explanation: Here, I’m

On waiting well

“He’s REALLY late,” she says to me, and I can hear my voice in hers. “Can you call him again?”