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What does the Bible say about . . . ?
Date of original journal entry: November 2010 By faith Laura put out the benches doubting that she had sufficient charity in her heart to believe all things and hope all things. Would the ladies actually come for Bible study? The last three weeks they had not, yet when I went...
Absolute Surrender
Prologue The new year is a time I regularly look back through my journals and ask myself the question, “Where were you a year ago?” Often I’m surprised by the answer to that question. As regularly happens, my recent review took me further back in time to see the connectedness...
How Beautiful The Feet
Date of original journal entry: Wednesday, December 9, 2015 Romans 10:15 How beautiful are the feet of them that preach the gospel of peace, and bring glad tidings of good things! Sometimes the road we have to travel is long, hot, dry, and dusty It’s...
Of Coming to Terms
The front view of our house. Notice all the bare ground just waiting to be tracked in! Date of original journal entry: Saturday October 30, 2010 Living between the jungle and the desert has taught me that sometimes it really is alright to compromise my...
Sorrow Not As Others Which Have No Hope
Date of original journal entry: Monday December 16, 2013 I Thessalonians 4:13 But I would not have you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning them which are asleep, that ye sorrow not, even as others which have no hope. I cannot count how many times I have listened to the mournful...
Smile – The Universal Language
Date of original journal entry - April 2015 My little buddy, Caleb, with his own great smile I have admittedly had some struggles while being separated from Stephen for so long a time. But in His graciousness, the Lord has given me countless special blessings to...
Too Much Love?
“Oh, how can you go there [Sierra Leone] and work with those children? I would just cry; I would love them too much.” The statement deeply stung my heart. The implication, though unspoken, is that I don’t love the children as much as she would - if she were to...
The Nursery Lap
Meet Tete, a darling little imp who comes to church with her faithful mother, Kadiatu. In Mende, Tete simply translates to “Small Girl.” Tete is indeed a small girl but she comes with a big charm. Before we had a formal nursery and children’s church, the toddlers and younger children...
