This is the first time I’ve written in just over a year and it feels strange to be looking at this screen after so long.
Category: Life in Nyankunde
Twas the Night Before Christmas; An evacuation
Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the
Investing in a Community
What does it mean to invest in your community, as a missionary? There are endless answers and options, but we as a family, have found
Ebola looming
Have you ever been threatened by something you can’t see? Something that wasn’t physically manifested there in front of you? Something so dangerous it could
Return from Furlough, 2018
It is so strange to be in America one day and two days later to be sitting under a banana tree in my yard in
My Strange New Life 2015 and My Life Now 2018
Again, I found an old post from a week after we had moved to Nyankunde in July 2015 and am reposting it below. I’ve commented
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