I’m very good at packing
I am very good at packing. While I have some degrees and certificates, I think I must be better at packing than anything else. I know how to pack for…
Missions work has gone from being a part of the Great Commission to the great omission.
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When was the last time you moved?
When was the last time you moved? I would be embarrassed to admit how many times I have moved. Do not get me wrong; I am not whining. It is…
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New and improved, you can never be sure of what you’ll find
Over the years that we've worked overseas, we've had the opportunity to travel a lot. On the surface, it may seem to be a glamorous life. But I can assure you, our…
Something is missing, how to describe it to you?
I’ve spent most of my life away from the United States. I moved with my husband and 1 1/2 year old son in 1987 to Zaire (now the Democratic Republic…
I’m a minimalist and don’t need much.
I'm a minimalist. I don't care for excess "fluff" in my house. Give me the basics. I need clean lines and easy-to-maintain surroundings (remember I need to clean things so…
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Like a millstone around my neck, how to carry on
I don’t necessarily plan a theme for the posts here on the blog. I’m too eclectic to have a strong structure to what I write. This method of mine is…
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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…
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A Father’s Day I’ll not forget, how to be grateful
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…
I don’t like to mince words, crocodiles and now hippos
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…
Sitting in the airport lounge not even complaining
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…