Our Most Humbling Ministry…We’re Displaced In Our Home Country!
Hi Friends, I want to share with you something from my heart that has the ability to make me cold and bitter, or humbly near to Jesus in the same breath. It is… Continue reading
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Mad Kids…
We just returned from a missions conference with other missionaries and national partners from throughout Madagascar. As members of both MTW (Mission to the World) and AIM (Africa Inland Mission) we are blessed… Continue reading
Sara Part Two…
Click here for Sara Part 1 Once Sara had been scrubbed clean, I put clean clothes on her and soon after I was told by a woman that she had clothing. “Where is… Continue reading
Sara Part One…
Five years ago I saw a young woman with a crippled left hand and foot talking to herself and walking the rocky roads of Madagascar with a jumbled pile of belongings balanced on… Continue reading
Try Rethinking Your Thoughts…
I’ve been thinking about how often Jesus lived his life around crowds, gave himself to his disciples, and poured out his teaching to all who would hear. He opened his arms to children,… Continue reading
Mama Vao Vao
I’ve recently left my upstairs art studio to find a new one outside among my neighbors. The women around me are artisans creating curtains and tablecloths using traditional sewing techniques passed down from… Continue reading
Hope for the Mess…
Almost 9 months ago we came back to the United States after living for 3 years on foreign soil. Perhaps it’s true for you too, but the journey I’m on gives me ample… Continue reading
Somewhere…Stuck In The Middle
Transition from one culture to another brings with it new ways of living. For 3 years we haven’t had a car and suddenly we’re flying down the interstate at 70 miles an hour.… Continue reading
They Will Continue…
When I was told about the strategy of TIMO I went through a process of responses. I liked the non-imposing style of entering a rural community to live and learn the language and… Continue reading
When Flies Persist…
I had fallen. The wound was gaping and spilling blood across the floor. I needed a doctor. I chose to clean it, wrap it and wait it out. A month passed…it oozed. It… Continue reading