Many of you may know that I grew up in Sarajevo, Bosnia, halfway across the world from where I live now, and that my parents still travel the world as missionaries. Recently, my mom posted their newest newsletter, a post to keep family, friends, and supporters updated with their newest transition back to Sarajevo. In her newsletter, my mom asked a question: “Where IS home?”
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Last week, Chesh and I took off work and my parents drove all the way from Atlanta, Georgia to the Upper Peninsula for my birthday. Luke and Lydia were out of school, and it seemed like the perfect time for them to come up and see us. Continue reading “The Reinhard Chronicles: My Birthday Week”
To have a second, you have to have had a first. I would like to think that the two trailers we lived in during the summer at camp create two halves that sort of make a whole. Thus making our house in Michigan our House #2. Continue reading “The Reinhard Chronicles: House #2”
Mom had told me about our vacation to Saint George Island in July, and as the reports of Hurricane Irma and Jose began to roll in, I began wondering if my mother was prepared to cancel what would seem to be an impossible vacation to the beach. Continue reading “Good Ole Saint George”
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