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When my grandmother passed away last summer, of course I wished for one more day with her. But what I really wished is that I had written down...
When my grandmother passed away last summer, of course I wished for one more day with her. But what I really wished is that I had written down...
Sometimes we receive gifts that we don't really want. Like the time my husband crossed paths on campus with the Chinese director of the English Department and was a little...
Even if Christmas decorations had been available in our early days in China, we wouldn’t have had the energy or language to find them. We were ill, homesick, and culture...
The first Christmas overseas, I sobbed—loud, embarrassing heaves, not gentle, wistful tears—and earned myself an awkward consolation pat on the head from a male teammate who wasn’t sure what to...
Tears gathered with the sweat that had accumulated from our hot and dusty moto ride across town to the Pizza Company. It was Christmas Day—my first in Cambodia....
As overseas workers, we are conditioned to a lifestyle of servanthood. Perhaps service is your spiritual gift and that’s what led you into cross-cultural work. Maybe you wanted to...
I was twelve when my house burned down. We were playing cards in our living room, in our log cabin, in small town Outer Mongolia when we heard what sounded...
2015 was a tough year for me. After a glorious Home Ministry Assignment the previous year celebrating our son’s graduation from college...
Remember that "simultaneously tired but exhilarated by the experience and sad it's over" feeling of getting home from summer camp? The end...
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