True Confessions of a Missionary Mom
May 19, 2017
I confess, there are days that I think back on my life in America and then become sad. Saddened over all the things we are
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I confess, there are days that I think back on my life in America and then become sad. Saddened over all the things we are
Every culture has beauty in it, possesses an imprint of God upon it, enabling a watching world to catch a glimpse of who He is.
Little Drummer Boy is one of my favorite Christmas songs. Come, they told me, pa rum pum pum pum A newborn King to see, pa
Do no neglect to show hospitality to strangers…” Hebrews 13:2 I’m a missionary and I struggle with hospitality. There, I said it. Hospitality does not
Tears stream down her cheeks. Mine fill up as I am humbled by the simplicity of it all. I’ve just handed my helper a basket
It’s “mati lampu” again—which means the power is out … again. (Can you hear the collective sigh from every home in our neighborhood?) We’ve been
My mind has been far too busy lately. There is much change to process. Many challenges and trials to face. More decisions to be made.
Recently, we had new grass put in our yard, and have spent many days giving it the loving care it’s been denied for so long.
Life is never boring here. We never go long without some new, and oftentimes, uncomfortable experience. You know the kind that I’m talking about: the
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