Born to leave
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…
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…
When we first landed in Africa in 1987, the wonder of our surroundings took our breath away. The setting was picturesque. We lived on the eastern shore of Lake Tanganyika,…
“I suppose I can do this.” This was my initial thought when I first went to make mayonnaise. My dream was to have a sandwich with mayonnaise. And I was…
Early in life, as I tried to find my way, I decided to apply for a job as a bank teller. I'm not quite sure what possessed me to think…
It hasn’t been longSince I last heard your crying to be fed in the nightAnd I held you close, rocking you til you sleptHolding you for hours in my armsSeems…
Stepping off the plane for the first time in Burundi, I wondered what we had gotten ourselves into. I stood with my husband and two very young children on the…
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…
Sometimes I don't want to. Really.Have you ever had an assignment and you just didn't want to finish it? Most of us have.We live with extended power cuts. I don't…
“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 now-famous Bollywood entry (no, not so…
I said in a recent post that my husband and I are not good fundraisers. Fundraising should be a necessary skill for missionaries, if you think about it logically. Logic…