“Mom, I just can’t do it!” my son Luke cried out in frustration as he handed me his notebook, Indonesian Bible verses scrawled across the
It’s September. At least, that’s what the calendar says. Outside, though, here in Papua, it’s screaming July. Hot, humid, tropical, ain’t-no-such-thing-as-fall July. The end of
Sometimes I imagine a future job interview in the U.S. The interviewer scans my resume, frowning slightly and tapping a pen on the table. “Well,
Sometimes people tell me they couldn’t do what we do, that it must take a special kind of bravery to face the myriad challenges of
Recently I shed happy tears. I love happy tears, especially since I usually shed sad, hormonal, frustrated, or angry tears. We traveled from our home
What’s it like to move across town in Indonesia? It’s 17 pickup truck and car loads of our stuff, carted across town to our new
When we first moved overseas, I wondered how it would be celebrating various holidays, especially my favorite one, Thanksgiving. Without crisp, cool weather, my grandmother’s
Last week I transported a missionary. That’s what MAF’s all about, right? Only I’m not a pilot, and I wasn’t flying a plane. I was
Ladies basketball gets a little crazy… As I bent low to catch a pass, I felt searing pain in my left pinky. Fearing a sprain,
