Elizabeth journeys with her good man, Sam, in northern Mozambique where they’re growing in smallness, like Jesus. They also work with a few faithful pastors and a draft of the New Testament. She still does a double-take of her own life, since only a few years ago she was walking with Jesus through singleness and teaching junior high. She likes hand-written letters more than text messages and good questions more than quick answers. She shares pieces of this life, too infrequently, at Manna Gleanings, and she can be found on Facebook.
They started asking, and we started wondering: are we ready to go back? We had booked our tickets in early January, inked a departure date on the calendar, I mentally...
We’re home for the holidays for the first time in a few years. My eyes have gaped thirsty at pumpkin patches and fall leaves and Christmas wreaths, the stuff that...
We went out on bikes to visit our sick friend, after the rain, as the sun sunk. The last of the anvil clouds were mountained in the east, beaming back...