Most people who knew me well during my years overseas know me for my routines. I cleaned my house the same day every week. I washed clothes on Mondays, towels on Wednesday, sheets on Friday. I woke up every morning and had my quiet time. You could call me a creature of habit. I called … More Daily Rhythms
I’ve decided I live an eclectic life. That’s better than saying I’m schizophrenic. When I look back at this last week, I wonder how one person can be involved in things so amazingly diverse. Then God reminds me that diversity adds some spice to life, for which I’m grateful. When I was called out of … More Meetings, Muslims, and a Movie
I’m sure some of you can say, “been there, done that and have the t-shirt to prove it.” Any time you go to the beach, it doesn’t matter which one, you’re inundated with “The Salt Life” merchandise. The last time we were on vacation, I asked my boys if that was a Christian symbol, but … More The Salt Life
It’s been a day of contrasts. Much of my morning was spent with police officers and an unruly patron. My lunch was with a dear friend over tomato soup and quiche. My afternoon was caught up again with some of our regular patrons and a complaint aimed at a colleague, while my dinner was spent … More For and Against
I had a lovely lunch today with two Millenials. I only identify them first as people of that generational label because it helps to give perspective to our conversation. I’m a Baby Boomer, you see, about to face a numerical milestone of my own in a few days, so having the honor to sit in … More Transition
I learned about them as a girl in church. They had a special designation — MK. Little did I know how those two letters could impact the life of a child, but I soon learned. Missionary Kids would grow very near and dear to my heart. My first encounter with these precious souls was during … More A special breed of kid
You are smart, educated, well-rounded, able to carry on intelligent conversations and extremely self-reliant. Then, because you’ve said yes to God, you have been reduced to a state of infancy and illiteracy that requires the use of extensive body language just to ask where the restroom is located. Welcome to the mission field! Yes, they told … More Being needy
If he knows the number of hairs on my head, oh, how he puts together the finest details of our lives to his glory. This is what happened tonight; and I sit back in awe of the God I’m not worthy to serve. Though I’m not helping with VBS this week at our church, I … More The God of details
I scanned a bunch of old pictures the other night and came across this one from 1994. I was pregnant with our first child, and my parents had come to visit us. We were living in Syria. We took my parents all over the country and visited places that are now in ruins after seven … More Sitting on the Edge
How do you get your life down to a few trunks and suitcases? What do you need to take? What’s too precious to leave behind? These are some of the questions that run through the mind of those who answer the call to serve in a land not their own. I remember them well. The … More Packing Up
