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White Girl
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Sounds good but for a white girl in West Africa, the results can be a little humorous as you’ll see in these two short stories. Date of original journal entry: April 2010 It was my first day teaching a Bible class at...
Coming Rain
Date of original journal entry: September 24, 2010 I Corinthians 3:6 -7 I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase. So then neither is he that planteth anything, neither he that watereth; but God that giveth the increase. With rich soil, deep mulch, and...
Scattered Chickens
Date of original journal entry: May 19, 2010 Though litter-mates, our dogs have very different personalities and after reading the post you'll know which is which. Mercy has gotten quite skilled at rounding up my chickens to put them in their coop just before sunset. His patience and stealth make him...
Confounded Language
[Original journal entry written September 23, 2012] The universal smile on some town boys willing to have their picture taken Cross-cultural ministry certainly has it’s share of blunders and bloopers. I have unintentionally said some wrong things - and I mean really wrong. I have neglected...
The Life of the Flesh is in the Blood: Part II
Welcome to Part II of this incredible story. (See Part I here) Some may wonder, “Why is Beatrice’s story of survival so extraordinary?” The labor and delivery room at our bush clinic. The light on the stand is battery operated. In the States, people routinely survive...
The Life of the Flesh is in the Blood
This is Part I of a two-part series and will be a longer post than usual. It tells an incredible “Only God” story and is accompanied by several heart-stirring photos. It is a one-year anniversary story of tribute to some dear friends and our gracious God. Date: Thursday, June 12,...
Verily, I Have My Reward
Titi holding a baby-doll sent to Sierra Leone (along with her own blanket) by our grand daughter to share with our many adopted "grand children" Face aglow with pure joy, five-year-old Yassah is on my lap running her little fingers over the face of the baby...
Just Another Night in Sierra Leone
The hills at dawn Okay – I’ve said it before and undoubtedly will say it again: Stephen misses all the fun. He’s away for a few days, I’m here alone, and inevitably something out of the ordinary happens. Like the time four men attempted to challenge...
