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How I Learned the Necessity of Self-Care
I sped down 38th Street on my way to meet one of three or four girls I mentored. My college student staple--a pizza pretzel in a white paper bag, sat…
How God Prepared Me to Eat Whatever On the Mission Field
One year in college I couldn't afford to travel home for Thanksgiving, so a lady from church invited me to her family's Thanksgiving in nearby Kentucky. When we arrived, my…
Dear God, Please Forgive Me
NO WAY was I going to be a foreign missionary as a single woman!!! I didn't want to end up a strange, cat-hoarding old lady with a bun on top…
Sometimes You Just Mess Up
I was so proud of myself that I straightened my posture until I was a full six inches taller than normal. I was on my first Amazon River trip to…
But I Thought I’d Be Married By Now
New Missionary-on plane to Peru-still single . . . I couldn't help bursting into tears. I was genuinely ready, excited and intrigued about what lay ahead, but I still struggled…
The Day I Learned to Fish, For Real
Several of us from the Peruvian Amazon village of Grau took a trip one day in a long, tall, peke-peke canoe to visit a friend about an hour away. About…
What a Black Woman in Brooklyn Has in Common with a Jewish Woman in Antiquity
At six-years old, I overheard someone say my father was dead. I did not yet fully understand the finality of dead, but I sort of understood that after that day,…
At What Point Does Your Gratefulness Start to Look Unseemly?
I stood still and stared at this sculpted masterpiece in New York City’s Battery Park this week. Something about it made me want to cry and something about it made…
Learning to Live in Your Epilogue
When God moves, He moves. And I'm so very grateful for that--a little stuck, perhaps, but grateful just the same.Every woman in Scripture I've ever spoken about eventually comes to…