Posts by Laura Holt

Good Wine

One morning I was sitting on our veranda looking out over the beautiful Kangari Hills, drinking in the very incredibleness of being in Sierra Leone, the unlikeness.  Our ages alone would suggest otherwise.  After 28 years of marriage, we started our West African adventure when Stephen was 56 and I was 47.  But here we were and these thoughts came to my mind . . .

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So Run

For the runner who pushes past The Wall, the personal victory is intense.  But the race is not over here; this victory comes before the finish line.  This victory allows the runner to keep going, to face the final miles, to conquer themselves and gain the mastery. 

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Oranges

As we learn to make our way through the market, we generally know where to go to get what we need and have largely gotten used to the sights and smells of the market mingling in with the rest of the crowd, well, as much as two whites in West Africa are able.

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Flashback

Then I hear myself as from a distance.  My own voice sounds far away to me as a concurrent thought catches me off guard.

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A Little Humility

The ladies in Sierra Leone really don’t know much about kitchen towels, let alone towels as large and spotlessly beautiful as mine . . . If they should happen to have a kitchen towel it would only be one and it’s used more as a pot holder on their open-fire “stove” but certainly not for drying dishes.

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First Love

We snuggle down in futile attempt to ignore the intermittent disturbance, but I can tell by his breathing that he’s not going back to sleep either … Stephen’s been in the States two and one half months and there’s not one single morning which hasn’t been similar.

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Revealed by Fire

When I returned to Sierra Leone in May, 2016, I had put a clause in my contract removing “Deputy Fire Fighter” from my long and varied job description.  But today that clause held no water and I had to dig in and help.

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Kept

Time for a heart examination … Am I truly Kept for the Master’s Use?  God is doing his part — am I doing mine? 

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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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