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The Bride Price
Now several years old, this photo is well worn from the many hands that have held and caressed it I enjoy showing my African friends, especially ladies, my picture of our daughter, Danielle, and her family. They will intently look and look all the while asking...
Stars of the Morning
John 3:19 This is the condemnation that light is come into the world, and men loved darkness Isaiah 45:3 And I will give thee the treasures of darkness, and the hidden riches of secret places I have been up since 3:30 this morning unwillingly forced to listen to the drunken...
Death Bed
It’s only 7:45 in the morning and this is the condition of my day? Really? Dirty dishes from yesterday are still piled on and around the sink. The unmade bed is loaded with clean, waiting-to-be-folded laundry. Freshly washed laundry is waiting to be hung on the line. Supplies which came...
A Merry Heart
Proverbs 17:22 A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones. A little girl is wildly laughing; her mother, however, is not; she is upset and barking orders in Mende to the amused child. I turn my attention from my work...
Meeting the Son
Planting out cucumber sets. It was a slow morning and my body just didn’t feel like dragging itself out to the garden. Gardening in the tropics is very challenging and often sorely discouraging. Eventually I made it out there but much later than my typical time...
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....
