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Latest Posts

  • Storms

    Who brings the storms? Growing up if a storm came up we sat in the back of our van with the doors open under the carport and watched the huge maples in our neighbor’s yard move and bend with the… Continue reading

  • Expectations

    Flying back to Indonesia with our six week old daughter, I packed a ton of diapers and onesies. Jason thought it was excessive, and it was, but he wisely let it go. On our first leg from Chicago to L.A.,… Continue reading

  • “My” Mountain

    One of the more wild, weird and wonderful things that happened while we were living on Borneo is “my” mountain. There is a beautiful jungle mountain that my husband and his teammates routinely flew over on their way home from… Continue reading

  • Letting Go

    One of my favorite things we did while living in Indonesia was to go for an ocean ride on a homemade catamaran. During a break from language school, we were enjoying a walk along the beach when a fisherman asked… Continue reading

  • Blooming where I am planted

    When we arrived at our housing for language school, a group of high school students came to our door and asked if we would help them with English. They were a close group of Muslim friends and took us along… Continue reading

  • God Calling

    My first week of college, I felt God’s gentle nudge, trying to tell me something. But I had just gotten settled in college, and I was afraid He was going to ask me to uproot again, so I ignored Him.… Continue reading

  • Spiritual Warfare

    One night, Samantha, my two-year-old, work up screaming. I wasn’t feeling very motherly, having just nursed Abby, our infant, an hour earlier. But I stumbled out of bed, and when I opened our heavy ironwood bedroom door, I immediately felt… Continue reading

  • Strength

    I distinctly remember three compliments I received, and I wouldn’t have put the things I did to earn them on my resume! The first was when an amazing woman named Martha became one of our first missionary supporters. As I… Continue reading

  • Fitting In

    As I was adding songs to my Spotify list I came across “Rocky Top” and laughed out loud. Tennessee was the first cultural experience for this Hoosier. In the first two hours after my parents dropped me off at Milligan… Continue reading

  • The Church Body

    My first trip home from college in Tennessee to southern Indiana I had a car wreck, hydroplaning right into a car stopped on the interstate in the first rain we had in six weeks. The air bag crushed the nerve… Continue reading