
Leaving Home to Go Home
In two days, I will leave home to go home. Confused yet? Me too. It will be with an array of emotions that we will
In two days, I will leave home to go home. Confused yet? Me too. It will be with an array of emotions that we will
It was 2 a.m. In a cloudless sky, a white moon was rising over my concrete house. The city power was turned off here, but
A couple of months ago we were in the midst of getting our house ready to sell, packing up our belongings, and preparing for our
Before I came to Congo, I only talked about stretching in relation to our budget. Lately though, I feel a lot like the stretchy band
I have a love-hate relationship with Facebook, really all social media. I love that I don’t seem so far away when I can see what
Belgian waffles with strawberry compote and whipped cream …eggs, sunny-side-up with bacon and whole-wheat toast…granola…spaghetti? Breakfast has always been my favorite meal of the day
Recently we listened to a sermon entitled “The Faith of Abraham.” I really hoped it wasn’t going to be about the time God told Abraham
Drivers in Kinshasa are crazy! There just aren’t any rules and no one really listens to the police. Whenever there is a stretch of open
“Green means go. Yellow means slow down. Red means stop. Green means go…” The chanting from the back seat reminds me that my children don’t
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