
I don’t like surprises: how to thrive in the unannounced
I don't like surprises. However, there are a few surprises that I don't mind like gifts, a lower electric bill than expected, or 50% off coupons for pizza (pepperoni with…
Missions work has gone from being a part of the Great Commission to the great omission.
I don't like surprises. However, there are a few surprises that I don't mind like gifts, a lower electric bill than expected, or 50% off coupons for pizza (pepperoni with…
The post expresses the author's journey in a long-lasting marriage filled with differing habits especially about organizing. The author tends to get things done without writing lists, in contrast to her husband who lives by them. Facing these differences, they have learned to accommodate each other's tendencies over forty years of marriage, and have worked collaboratively in raising children, serving as missionaries, and managing administrative tasks, all without keeping score of who does more. The post emphasizes it's the lessons learned in putting each other's welfare first that matters.
I wrote the following post a few months ago. It’s about A Father’s Day that I’ll never forget. This post came to my mind this morning. I thought about our…
It’s the day after Mother’s Day and I’m sitting alone in the quiet, early morning hours. Getting up early is not new to me. While I’d love to have a…
I don’t like to mince words. Nor do I like exaggeration. I weigh what a I say hoping that I’ve kept it real and to the point. So, when I…
About a week ago, I was flying on the red eye to Liberia from South Africa. It was a long, but thankfully uneventful, journey. I wasn’t prepared for the heat…
I’ve been in Liberia for a week teaching in a week-long leadership academy for church leaders. Let me just say that my first visit to West Africa has been amazing.…
It took me some time to figure out what people meant when they said that they flew on the “red eye.” Now that I’ve traveled, I understand. Flying at an…
I want to tell you the story of when I went on a mission when I lived in Burundi to cover two cushions for my rocking chair. This chair is…
Almost nine years ago, I found myself standing in the Blantyre, Malawi, airport with my husband and young daughter, waiting for our luggage. It was hot, and sweat poured from…