Author: Brent and Erica Haberchak

The Rain of Rejoicing

The Rain of Rejoicing

Rejoice in the Lord your God! For the rain he sends demonstrates his faithfulness.  Joel 2:23 It seems a simple thing for the Lord to affirm his faithfulness through something so commonplace as rain. But this easy-to-pass-over declaration in Joel becomes profoundly meaningful when one steps back to examine rain through the lens of the […]
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PNG: Simple Reminders

PNG: Simple Reminders

Sunshine and rain in the same day resulting in green, green, and more green – the reminder that God sustains the work of His hands. Birds in the morning and crickets at night. Guinea pigs in the grass and geckos in the corners of the house (they eat spiders) – the reminder of God’s creativity. […]
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Straddling Two Worlds

Straddling Two Worlds

Merely two months away from our first home assignment after four years of life in PNG and we find ourselves in the awkward position of straddling two worlds. We’ve got one foot on the ground here in PNG – flying, teaching, raising kids, washing dirty clothes, and peeling carrots – while our other foot has […]
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Six Little Arms, Two Hands

Six Little Arms, Two Hands

Six Little Arms, Two Hands – A Tribute to Sundays at Church We sit, well, I sit You all cuddle and cleave Your hair in my face Your faces in my sleeve I have two hands That’s all, just two Yet six arms are clinging And make it hard to move It’s the weight of […]
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Commentary on the Commentaries on Life

Commentary on the Commentaries on Life

  “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.” But it was to us that God revealed these things by his Spirit. For his Spirit searches out everything and shows us God’s deep secrets. No one can know a person’s thoughts […]
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Am I Enough?

Am I Enough?

Am I enough? A voice whispers in the depths of my spirit. Fear, doubt, grief, and anger swirl through my heart and the feet of my soul struggle for anchor. I thrash, I despair, I fight, and I surrender. And in the midst of the quiet, soul-churning chaos I hear, Am I enough? I’ve heard […]
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The Nineteen Hour Thanksgiving

The Nineteen Hour Thanksgiving

We have a tradition Sunday evenings. A lot of families around here do and while most of the men grumble about it, most of the women cling to it with the tenacity of an ant on a sugar cube. In our family it’s called “mom’s night off”…which sounds more amazing than it actually is. In […]
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A 2:45am Departure

A 2:45am Departure

It was a Sunday evening. I was down at the soccer field like I normally am on a Sunday evening. I was watching a bunch of teenagers play soccer and a bunch of adults trying to play soccer, wishing I could be out there trying too. The sun was getting close to the mountains, although […]
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The Ramblings of a Displaced Cripple Part 2

The Ramblings of a Displaced Cripple Part 2

I miss my kids. I miss the poopy diapers (though the smells my child emits could blow socks off an octopus), I miss wiping jelly off my four-year-old daughter’s fingernail and off my two-year-old son’s nose and off my five-year-old son’s…well, my five-year-old son. I miss squirting soap in the bathtub as the water’s running […]
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The Ramblings of a Displaced Cripple

The Ramblings of a Displaced Cripple

[Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve written. I’m laid up after an ACL reconstruction and I decided to spend some of my time writing, well, rambling, really. So for the next few days anyways, I’m going to ramble on here.] Here I sit. In South Orange County California, in a decent-sized residential house nestled […]
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