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She That Tarried At Home
Psalm 68:12 The kings of the armies did flee apace: and she that tarried at home divided the spoil. The trail's end: Coming into Foya, the main village of the circuit. Stephen has just pulled out for a return trip to evangelize in the remote villages...
Two Roads
Two Roads: Part I 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. Adventuring on a road less traveled! ~ David Livingstone...
Weight of Glory
From Bible reading journal, dated Thursday, February 9, 2012 Baomahun, Sierra Leone The beautiful glory of the sunrise, viewed from the veranda where I used to sit for my morning Bible reading and journal writing. II Corinthians 4:17 For our light affliction, which is but for...
Mercy Rejoiced
February 22, 2012, date of original journal entry. For he shall have judgment without mercy, that hath shewed no mercy; and mercy rejoiceth against judgment. (James 2:13) Margaret seems to have learned a lesson today. But, in fairness to her, I must confess that I first had to learn a...
A Bride Adorned
. . . as the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so shall thy God rejoice over thee. (Isaiah 62:5) July 16, 2021 — The sight of his shoes in the late afternoon sun, sitting next to mine by the door, abruptly caught my attention. A smile played at the corners...
The Ants Go Marching . . .
Sometimes my life in West Africa resembles scenes from a low-budget science fiction film. You know the type I mean — where the special effects are so poorly done that they engender bourgeoning laughter rather than fright. But the old adage that “truth is stranger than fiction” is an accurate...
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...
As a Sparrow Alone
Prologue Stephen has always called me a bird brain. I can only laugh and acknowledge that he’s correct; I am just a little bit obsessed with birds. To me, they are the most marvelous of God’s creatures. There is so much to be learned from birds, and the Lord often...
Margaret and A Lesson on Prayer
Prologue: Enjoying God's creation while working in the garden is one of my favorite prayer times. And it came to pass, that, as he was praying in a certain place, when he ceased, one of his disciples said unto him, Lord, teach us to pray. ....
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...
