Letters To My Friends

Redefining Part I: Seeing Past the Fog

Indecision remains a terrible lingering fog for me.  It paralyzes me at times as I try to make even the simplest choices . . .  I’m confused.  I’m looking at the clothes but not really; I’m looking somewhere else.

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Lessons from a Haulback

On the dawning of that glorious new day, when Jesus calls me from the far shores of heaven, I can imagine him saying, “Laura, child, have ye any meat?  What have you done for me?  Are you coming to shore empty handed?”

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Still Be My Vision

When the Lord recovered me from the Dengue fever and cerebral malaria, he gave me the firm assurance that he still had work for me to do.  Now I can look back on that assurance with the confidence that, although I may never be much better than I am now, his work is still my vision and he’ll give me the daily strength to fulfill my duty of giving the gospel visually to one of the least literate countries in the world.  I marvel every time I think of it.

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Peace Treaty

At times I’ve felt forgotten, as though I couldn’t find him at all and with the Psalmist I cry out —  
How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me? … how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? (Psalm 13:1-2)
My great and bitter enemy? Pain.  Unrelenting, unforgiving, head-to-toe PAIN.

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Bigger Hands

Ah, New Year, a time of reflection and reminiscing; a time to look ahead.  It’s also a time when I really enjoy reviewing old journal entries.  Sometimes I go way back as I did this morning and I had the surprise of coming across a poem I wrote in 1991.

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Pancake Explosion!

Original journal entry date: Saturday April 1, 2017 Preface:  When I started this blog, I agreed to the terms the Lord was setting before me: that I would be transparent about our life.  I’ve read many, many missionary biographies over the years, most of them several times, and the ones which instruct me the most…

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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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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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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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