Three weeks is not much time to spend in America, but it was a great three weeks. Being with family, the wonderful food, picking apples with Dad, and visiting Lake Michigan made the jet lag and nightmare flights worth the effort. But after all the excitement, there is just nothing quite like coming back home…read more.

Clean white sheets, a door on my bedroom, a comfortable rocking chair, fully loaded bookshelves, food that tastes good, understanding what people are saying around you, (I feel like I am eavesdropping since I understand what strangers are saying to each other) peace and quiet, hot and cold running water, (I keep burning myself on…read more.

Out in the jungle, the birds are singing, the girls are working and playing and learning and giggling, Jason is building or making friends, and Roy is teaching school. Life goes on as usual except for one tiny detail…Mom has a visa run again. I am on the road, headed back to America for three…read more.

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Today I was looking for wedding planning checklists online, since this was the day before the wedding, and I thought that maybe I could learn a thing or two about what all we needed to do to get ready for the wedding tomorrow. According to the website, today was supposed to be spent getting a…read more.

It was the perfect day for exploration. (Only because it was the ONLY day available) The sky was a leaden grey, occasional bursts of rain poured down on our drenched bodies. The jungle leaves each held a fresh supply of water for our hiking enjoyment, dumping their gift unceremoniously on us as we walked by.…read more.

All your children shall be taught by the LORD, and great shall be the peace of your children. Isaiah 54:13 It is late and I should be sleeping. But, after what just happened, I feel compelled to write instead. This past week was bad. I will be the first to admit it…there was nothing funny…read more.

I heaved my backpack on my back, grabbed the umbrella and threw a last kiss to my little girls while heading out into the rain. I made my way very carefully across the slippery pieces of bamboo that make a bridge across the creek, then threaded my way through the fallen logs to the path…read more.

I sit on my beanbag at the end of the day, my head in my hands, thinking back on this exhausting day. Why am I so tired? I don’t remember being this tired when my boys were little…of course I was in my early 20’s. Maybe that has something to do with it! Come to…read more.

When God told us to go into all the world and preach the gospel, he did not promise that it would be easy. When we put ourselves into Satan’s territory, and attempt to live our lives for God alone, there is going to be a conflict. For me this conflict has become very personal. I…read more.