My son asked me to pick up a library book for him last week for his social studies class assignment. I am an absolute history LOVER. If I could plan my dream vacation, I would make the theme around some locations in which the history of our country happened on a grand scale. I guess my love of history can be summed up as a study of human reactions to circumstances. I love trying to understand why … [Read more...] about Why Favoritism Robs Us
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My Unsung Hero
My dad, Jim, sitting on his father Laban's lap, 1947 What does the word hero mean to you? I don't think it should be given to someone who displays a talent in an athletic sport. I don't think a hero is a movie or pop star with flashy clothes and the ability to draw a crowd. Our American culture would disagree vehemently. We are told to scramble to get to the top of the mountain no … [Read more...] about My Unsung Hero
Happy Mother’s Day to the Bravest Woman I Know
*My mom will be out of the country this Mother's Day as she and Dad will be in the Democratic Republic of Congo. I wanted to share this now before she leaves.* Her children arise and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praises her: “Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.” Proverbs 31:28-29 My beautiful mother with my Jenna On a … [Read more...] about Happy Mother’s Day to the Bravest Woman I Know
A Tight-Rope Trust
"You called in distress and I delivered you; I answered you in the secret place of thunder..." Psalm 81:7 (Amplified Bible)I hit my 'tween years just as the 1970s were coming to a close. Cassettes were the newest form of listening to audio recordings, along with the wonderful 8 track box. But before we had a tape recorder, we had a record player. (I have actually had to explain all of these … [Read more...] about A Tight-Rope Trust
When Our Need For Security Holds Us Back
I stood there looking at the ground fifteen feet below me with a sinking feeling. I would have to climb down again and admit defeat. My heart fell. Our family lived 420 miles outside of the capital city of Kinshasa when we were growing up in Congo. We loved to visit because there were other children to play with and wonderful food to eat at the American Club. We called … [Read more...] about When Our Need For Security Holds Us Back
Where I Can Always Go
"Be my rock of refuge, to which I can always go; give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress."Psalm 71:3 (NIV)I was fifteen years old and did not want to return to Congo (then Zaire). There were going to be some fearful changes in my life when I stepped back on African soil. School had already started a week earlier by the time we arrived in the capital city. The mission … [Read more...] about Where I Can Always Go
