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Laura, doest thou well?
The hills were cloaked in the morning mists of the early rainy season; so lovely to look at but also indicative of the condition of my heart. I had just finished reading the book of Jonah and while sitting on the veranda in quiet meditation, my eyes fell on a...
My Home in the Hills
The Kangari Hills in predawn light during the rainy season Like a battalion of timeless sentinels, the rolling Kangari Hills silently stand watch over our village. Baomahun is completely surrounded by hills, it’s like being in a bowl; every direction one looks there they are,...
Which Department Please?
Sometimes I’m asked about my role as a missionary wife and I think to myself, “Hmmm . . . it might be difficult to define that role.” A missionary wife wears many hats but here is a small sampling of my many and diverse functions. I am an unregistered...
Behold the days come
Ah, the morning chores are completed - laundry washed and on the solar dryer [clothesline], prep for our evening meal finished, chickens are tended [all 200 of them], perpetually sandy floor is swept yet again, a little garden work done . . . I feel tired just listing it all...
The Senegal Coucal
Until the Shadows Flee Away Song of Solomon 2:16-17 My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies. Until the day break, and the shadows flee away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. [caption...
Refined Gold
Take courage heart, it’s only for a season. I have been quite blessed this early morning by First Peter chapter one. How grand is the description in verses 1-5: Elect, begotten, lively, undefiled, reserved in Heaven, kept by his power. Verse 6 says we rejoice in these and that greatly....
