Hope in a Broken World

Gina Butz faith, grief, hope 1 Comment

A friend’s father loses his battle with cancer. News of an impending divorce. The unexpected death of a young man. Abusive words spoken and then rationalized as biblical. One after another, over the span of a week. Broken. We live in a broken world. I desperately don’t want it to be. I want to have a world where fathers don’t die …

Sinking In

Gina Butz grief, transition 0 Comments

It wasn’t until three months into our life overseas that I realized I lived there. Up until then, we had lived in one room in a foreign student dormitory, our two twin beds shoved together, the five suitcases we brought stacked up to the ceiling. We washed dishes in the bathtub. We turned away the maids who came to “clean” …

Waves

Gina Butz grief, transition 0 Comments

We’re not accustomed to this new normal, when leaving this house doesn’t mean enduring 24 hours of traveling hurtling through the air in a pressurized metal tube and landing on the other side of the ocean. Now it means enduring 24 hours in a car and ending up at “home.” On the packing and shopping side, this is a relief, …

Practically Perfect

Gina Butz grief, parenting, transition 0 Comments

“It was practically perfect!” he sobbed. The “it” to which Ethan was referring was life in Asia. Yes, life in the country where pollution levels make LA look clean, where people stared and laughed and spoke at him in a language he could barely understand, where we lived in concrete high rises and fought to stay alive on the lawless …

Do you miss Asia?

Gina Butz culture, grief, transition 0 Comments

People often ask me if I miss living in Asia. I really don’t know how to answer this question, because what comes to mind is the pollution this year that has been so high it’s unmeasurable by the current systems. Obviously I can live without that. I miss friends terribly, but several of them have also left in the last …

All Things for Good

Gina Butz faith 0 Comments

I wasn’t supposed to see my grandma at Thanksgiving. We had plans to drive to Wisconsin, but because our shipment had been delayed repeatedly, Erik had to go to Orlando to receive it. My parents were going to visit my grandma at the nursing home, and I decided to go with them because it might be the last time I …