Joy. We all know who it comes from and that it's not circumstantial. I can choose joy in the midst of any one of the hundreds of trial...

Thunder is in the distance. It's the rainy season, and storms can brew at any given moment.  It's night and my mosquito net is tuc...

Excuse the cheesy Celine Dion title, but there were no better fitting words.  There IS power in Love.  Not the love that is thrown away...

She is the outcast of an outcasted group. Unable to speak the local language, she is mostly silent.  She waits patiently for food and c...

When you are in a foreign country, sometimes you get desperate.  Desperate for home, desperate for creature comforts, desperate for solitude...

 This second week here, as my hub tackled the world of international ministry, I tackled the art of homeschooling.  Talk about a breeze ...

  Grace at the Babies' Home I try to be completely transparent on my blog ( I think ).  There's times of sweet highs that I sha...