Stephen & Laura Holt | Sierra Leone, West Africa

Posts by Laura Holt

Market Day Fun!

“Hey! You need this?” came the voice of another woman eager to sell something to the white lady … “No thank you,” Was my polite answer as I left the market with smoked fish and potato greens …

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Call To Prayer

Doth not wisdom cry … ? I was so moved to prayer by this stark contrast of light versus dark, understanding versus gross ignorance — willful ignorance, a choosing on the part of the sons of man to remain in their darkness. 

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Pleasure or Treasure?

Thank you Lord for the privilege to pray for these young ones just starting out on their own walk with you.  Thank you for the families who have so diligently raised and trained them … And thank you for their desire to be rich in Treasure, not poor in Pleasure.

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Pot of Gold

“There is a pot of gold, a king’s reward, but it comes at the end of the journey” – Jim Elliot

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One Banana

“Where did you get a banana?” I exclaimed with all the energy I could muster.   “Oh, there’s a bunch of them for you out on the veranda table,” was his casual reply.  I told him I had been wanting just one.

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Sermon in the Sunrise

A picture of my little life, the sunrise has today reminded me of the brevity. Yet it’s also a sweet reminder that while I walk this dark valley called Life I am to radiantly and joyously reflect the borrowed glory of the Son.

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Trouble Shooting

The next time you make the casual statement, “I’m going to run the dishwasher,” please think of me. To help me out a little I’ve found it useful to have a guide for trouble shooting the dishwasher. This gives me simple definitions to some common problems.

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Beginnings

The beginning of the gospel. Such a simple statement yet this morning it has caused me to think of all the far flung places to which the gospel has traveled and the vastly different people it has touched.

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“Distractions”

With a few tears, I was able to give thanks for the lesson and then peacefully return to my day which, like so many, was completely falling apart but I went about to make the best of it. More of my own wretchedness being revealed and it’s not a pretty sight.

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Home Again

The reason, the purpose, all bound up and sweetly expressed in two-year-old simplicity: Church. Jesus.

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