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Culture Clash — Resolved!
My crazy dogs. Mercy, my baby, is on my lap while Goodness takes his place on the floor. Date of original journal entry -- January 5, 2011 I’m sitting on the cement slab which surrounds the water tank tower, grooming a very disgruntled dog. Mercy hates...
My Times Are In Thy Hand
Prologue My times are in thy hand . . . (Palms 31:15) My journal entries are written somewhat in the form of letters. I like to think of writing to someone who isn’t sitting on the veranda with me. This helps me to write details and little things which are...
Come Rest
Thoughts from my journal When it became clear that I needed to return to the States from Sierra Leone in June 2017, I was in the second major breakdown of my health; the first coming in 1997 when I had brain and spinal surgery for Chiari Malformation. Both of these...
My Strong Tower
The name of the LORD is as strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe. (Proverbs 18:10) For thou hast been a shelter for me, and a strong tower from the enemy. (Psalms 61:3) Tuesday, November 16, 2010 By the time this crater was...
One Blood
And hath made of one blood all nations of men for to dwell on all the face of the earth . . . (Acts 17:26) This is one of the dearest photos to me. There is so much more going on here than meets the eye. Something very special between...
Let the Good Times Roll!
Recent events regarding the Coronavirus brought back this fun memory from Sierra Leone. Read on to find out why! ***** May, 2013 - Date of journal entry In Sierra Leone, Stephen did all of the shopping. The 37 miles between us and the supermarket in Bo, was a brutal 4...
Keep Yourself Together!
A girl has to have color options! My Mom can fix anything with tape. Black electrical tape, masking tape, Scotch tape, duct tape. Of course being a nurse there’s white first-aid tape. Her taping skills and finesse know no bounds of creativity, nor limits to pride. ...
Life in the African Bush
From Journal April 2011 Harmattan dust choking the air looking out over Baomahun from our hilltop mission station. Two more ranges of hills visible when the air is clear. It was the beginning of April and it was HOT! The dry season is brutal, sucking all...
Redefining Part III: Flowers for My Basket
As a new year creeps up on me, I typically like to take stock of where I have been and where I desire to be going forward. This year is no different and my recent theme of Redefining is well suited to this annual tradition of going through old journals. ...
