A Place of Blessing
November 30, 2015
“Good job, Mom! You didn’t cry!” my daughter Zoe congratulated me recently. We were visiting our old home of 10 years on the island of
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“Good job, Mom! You didn’t cry!” my daughter Zoe congratulated me recently. We were visiting our old home of 10 years on the island of
I have a collection of magnets on my refrigerator. Each magnet serves as reminder of the places I’ve been, the things I’ve seen, the people
A few months ago, I sat on the front porch of a national missionary-pastor’s house watching village life pass by while his wife worked in
We’ve been on furlough in the U.S. for a few weeks. It’s been great, but already I find myself needing to reassure my future self.
“I’ll come with you!” The words were out of my mouth before my brain had time to register what I was committing to. In a
Imagine sending your baby boy off on a motorcycle every morning into the craziness that is Sentani Traffic. Never mind that this “baby” is a
I’m at the computer, reminiscing and looking through old digital photos. I marvel at the sweet faces of my kids a few years ago—chubbier, messier,
It happens almost every day. Dozens of blaring motorcycle horns signal that another funeral procession is making its way up our hill on its way
In the middle of Christmas parties, our youngest daughter’s birthday, visitors, and holiday preparations, we have to set aside a day (at least) every December
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