I hopped into the tractor trailer with the big black tank holding 350 gallons of water – delivered 2-3 times that day, once a week. I grasped the sides of the trailer and tried to get my buns squared away on the edge so I didn’t fall out at the…
Thoughts and convictions have pinged around my mind since our return from Haiti and back to regular US life. How can I continue to live like this? With stuff, so much stuff, while others suffer in the world? Is that what Jesus wants from me? If not, what does He…
Part One and Part Two of this story. Read them first! The day we left Oregon my sweet friend and neighbor drove us to the airport. As we stood in our home church waiting to load up, she unclasped the necklace around her neck and placed it around mine. “I…
Click Here to read Part One of this story. A knock sounded on our bedroom door. “Come in!” Our youth pastor poked his head in the door. “Hey, the nurse just called. There’s another c-section starting now.” He took a deep breath. “This is the one you should have been…
March 2013 – “Does anyone want to attend a c-section? They are starting one right now.” Our nurse friend asked our team after we finished the hospital tour. Hands shot up. An emphatic ‘yes’ sounded in the dingy hall from three teen girls, a father, and myself. My hand was…
