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Let it Be Rain
Let it Be Rain

For a time, we lived in a refugee camp with people who had fled across the border from war in their home area. That border was less than 30 miles away, and when their villages were bombed, our tin roof would shake. Learning to distinguish the sounds of war from the...

They Laugh in the Floodwaters
They Laugh in the Floodwaters

Every year when the rains come and the river swells, the land floods. When we visited North Africa prior to settling there, we could hear the children laughing and playing in the temporary lake created by the floodwaters.  Sadly, one morning we heard that a young...

The First Year
The First Year

You go through so much training and preparation before moving overseas. You enlist your prayer and financial partners, make your plans, say your prayers and goodbyes, and step into the life of your dreams … and it absolutely knocks the wind right out of you....

In the Desert
In the Desert

A fire and a cloud.Set up like flag poles,Waving in the night,Waving under the sun.Heat in the night,Shade in the day.Lord, guide my way. “If you lack wisdom…”He says.You mean when, not if.My muscles stay stiff.Daily is my norm,Nightly is my trial.Lord, guide me all...

Namesake
Namesake

Once there was a North African baby who was named after me, and before she was a year old, she died tragically. A few years later, our translator’s baby daughter — named after one of my teammates — also died. I am tempted to say this is their story, and the story of...

I Pierced My Nose With a Thorn
I Pierced My Nose With a Thorn

One time I pierced my nose with a thorn. Actually someone else did — I just sat there as the thorn pushed steadily through my nose, my eyes closed peacefully, measuring my breaths, water seeping out of my eyes. It was blissful. There is a pain deep in the bodies of my...