We’ve been on furlough in the U.S. for a few weeks. It’s been great, but already I find myself needing to reassure my future self.
“I’ll come with you!” The words were out of my mouth before my brain had time to register what I was committing to. In a
Imagine sending your baby boy off on a motorcycle every morning into the craziness that is Sentani Traffic. Never mind that this “baby” is a
I’m at the computer, reminiscing and looking through old digital photos. I marvel at the sweet faces of my kids a few years ago—chubbier, messier,
It happens almost every day. Dozens of blaring motorcycle horns signal that another funeral procession is making its way up our hill on its way
In the middle of Christmas parties, our youngest daughter’s birthday, visitors, and holiday preparations, we have to set aside a day (at least) every December
It’s a sultry day in the tropics, and in the shadow of Mount Cyclops, palm trees wave over a collection of buildings perched on a
Our family returned to Indonesia just three weeks ago after a nice furlough time in the United States. I’m not going to lie. It’s been
“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
