I stand at my laptop in its corner on the kitchen counter, stew bubbling, children playing, clock ticking. I stand here and I read the prayers of friends and strangers alike who love my family enough to spend their time whispering to Him on our behalf. Tears stream and I am blown away by this love and His grace. I look around and I type out words and layers of my heart peel back, bare on the screen. Yes, this... Read more

Wishing with all my heart right now that the internet was not the internet and was a safer place for me to share the specific cries of my heart. Right now though, we are just asking for prayer. I am so thankful for the Body of Christ who will li... Read more

Wishing with all my heart right now that the internet was not the internet and was a safer place for me to share the specific cries of my heart. Right now though, we are just asking for prayer. I am so thankful for the Body of Christ who will lift us up during this especially difficult season. I am so thankful for the Spirit who intercedes on my behalf before I even have the words to pray. I am so... Read more

“I am so old. My whole body hurts. I have suffered much,” her eyes shine with joy as she speaks, “oh, I am suffering. But whatever He wants. Whatever God wants!” And she laughs and she laughs. We sit in our circle in the dust of a slum and w... Read more

“I am so old. My whole body hurts. I have suffered much,” her eyes shine with joy as she speaks, “oh, I am suffering. But whatever He wants. Whatever God wants!” And she laughs and she laughs. We sit in our circle in the dust of a slum and we share our hearts and our prayers. Jja Ja Maria, who looks to be a hundred years old and reaches no higher than my shoulders, is the last to share. Her... Read more

“Jesus! Mama, baby Jesus! I want to see! I want to see Jesus!,” shrieks my littlest darling. How can I refuse? I lift her, for what seems like the hundredth time this morning, to the manger scene on the living room bookshelf. She gazes in wonder, ... Read more

“Jesus! Mama, baby Jesus! I want to see! I want to see Jesus!,” shrieks my littlest darling. How can I refuse? I lift her, for what seems like the hundredth time this morning, to the manger scene on the living room bookshelf. She gazes in wonder, oohs and ahs, gingerlyfingering the cornhusk baby in his twig and banana fiber trough. “Jesus, Mama,” she whispers. And so, the nativity scene that once was packed away each year after Christmas remains on... Read more

“Mommmyyyy!” I heard a yell as I bounced quickly along the pitted road that leads to our program in my 16-passenger van. I stopped quickly, turning the van around to go back for Prossy who had been walking home to get something. “How did you see her?” said my Dad who was visiting at the time. “I didn’t! I heard her yell, ‘Mommy’” I replied. “But everyone calls you Mommy. Even people we don’t know call you that around here,”... Read more

We loved a lot… and we laughed a lot. We had the privilege of teaching people about our Savior, Jesus! Amazima began work on the new fellowship site. It is now complete with toilets, a kitchen, a chapel, and a playground where all our children laugh, eat, play and learn about Jesus! Joyce turned 7. I love watching her grow and delight in her tender heart and sensitive, compassionate spirit! We all had the chicken pox. We made new friends... Read more