“What am I doing here?” It’s a question all of us have, at one time or another, asked ourselves. As I wrote in my famous-in-my-mind story about Bollywood, I’ve wondered…
In early 2016, I stood with my husband and daughter at Blantyre, Malawi airport, waiting for our luggage. We had just landed after a long trip from the USA. It…
I think 50% of marriage is spent answering "What?" I don't know if that is true for everyone else, but this has proven true for us. Even knowing that my…
Stepping off the plane for the first time in Burundi, I wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. After our plane landed, I stood on the airport tarmac with my…
I said in a recent post that my husband and I are not good fundraisers. Learning how to fundraise should be taught as a class for misisonaries. Logic says that…
When I was young, I had all the typical girl dreams. I wanted a handsome husband, a home, a career, and kids. Like anyone else, I dreamt of a beautiful…
The following poem, I baked a cake today, was written in 2009. I wrote it for our daughter Mandy when we celebrated one of her last birthdays in Africa. How…
"How did you know what you were supposed to do?" My 11th-grade daughter asked about my choice to be a missionary. What a loaded question. "You always seem to know…
Photo by Nataliya Vaitkevich on Pexels.com Do you ever feel like you are always at the mercy of what is happening around you? I have, many times. For nearly 38…
This is something I wrote 21 years ago this month. I am remembering the firstborn. And I am remembering that our children are born to leave. I watched my son…
