Not Forsaken

Not forsaken. Little knocks come. A few seconds later they begin again. The sounds are door knob height from this small child who awaits my face to welcome her inside. “Drawing?” she asks with that upturned face towards my smile. “You want to draw?” I question. Her brows raise together,… Continue reading

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IRRITATIONS

Irritations.  Small irritations.  When my controlled world is shaken undone, I become irritated … even on the mission field. “Where is the plastic bag for our dirty clothes?”  I remembered to pack it so things would be organized.  The plastic bag for my dirty shoes is missing, also.  The contents… Continue reading

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Back in the Philippines

We are back in the Philippines. The word spread quickly from the moment the first child saw Deo’s vehicle pull through the IFL gate.  We were exhausted from the 23-hr. trip and the traffic-laden ride back from Manila, but adrenaline kept us unpacking. Little knocks began.  They needed to see… Continue reading

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Brave Mother

OPEN LETTER TO A BRAVE MOTHER This letter was written to my friend who just underwent a double mastectomy for cancer.  Thankfully, there was no cancer found in her lymph nodes.  She gave me permission to post the letter… Brave mother, Your letter just before surgery expressed that you wept… Continue reading

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Hope Moon

Hope Moon. “I don’t see it.” I tell the man. “It’s there.  The clouds are covering it,” he explains. “How can you be sure?” “It’s right above the sunset.” He searches in the binoculars.  It takes him only a few seconds to find the very new moon – Day 2.… Continue reading

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