Letters To My Friends
She That Tarried At Home
The Gima Circuit – just one scattered cluster of remote villages far from the well-traveled road. Tiny forgotten pockets of humanity; souls for whom Christ died. Forgotten by man perhaps, but never by a loving heavenly Father who desires to have restored fellowship.
Read MoreTwo Roads
If you have men who will only come if they know there is a good road, I don’t want them. I want men who will come if there is no road at all.
~ David Livingstone
A Bride Adorned
The glimpse of his shoes. That’s all it took. All these memories and more, came rushing back into my mind and heart by the simple sight of his shoes next to mine. Putting my broom away I pondered the thought . . .
Read MoreThe Ants Go Marching . . .
After enjoying a quiet evening together in the garden, and watching a lovely West African sunset, Stephen and I turned to some few remaining outside tasks before darkness completely settled in around us. I casually cautioned him about a trail of driver ants, barely visible in the semidarkness, near the generator as he was headed that way for the evening refueling. The marching columns of driver ants are a common occurrence during the rainy season…
Read MoreCulture Clash — Resolved!
After several months of having the ladies’ Bible study, I had recently decided that we just needed to cancel it altogether . . . “No Mummy, don’t stop the study. We need it. We’ll try. Be patient.”
Read MoreMy Times Are In Thy Hand
God placed the earth exactly where it needed to be; the sun, moon, stars, galaxies — all are at His majestic command. And here in this dusty village, in a half-forgotten corner of the world, He takes notice of little me! On the very day I had two major problems, Stephen was home. My times are surely in His hand. Have confidence in Him my soul!
Read MoreCome Rest
The rest in music is all about knowing when not to play. For the tune to be right, for the rhythm to be maintained, it is vital to know when not to play, and thus allow the Lord to make the music of my life as He sees best.
Read MoreMy Strong Tower
I cried. I prayed. I got it out. Now it’s time to let it go and move on.
Stephen will be home tomorrow; I want to cheerfully welcome him! And the house will be really clean too!
One Blood
“This is not a good place to be,” he told me in reference to the town of Yele in general and the Lion Heart hospital in particular . . . Tonkolini District, where the Dutch charity Lion Heart hospital is located, had been put under quarantine just three days prior because the Ebola Virus Disease (EVD) was spiking so severely.
Read MoreLet the Good Times Roll!
We would sometimes go through a spells where finding a simple four-pack of toilet paper would be next to impossible. Never mind the larger 8, 10, or (gasp) 12 pack! I would nervously watch our small stockpile of tissue dwindle down, and down.
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