Mothers AS Missionaries Part 1 Training Camp
We hooted and hollered cheers. Long buses pulled into the circle drive to deliver the young missionaries who were here for training camp....
Mothers of Missionaries IV God in the Details
We had counted down the months, days, hours . . . and now we were waiting for the minutes until we would see our daughter, Taylor. Eight...
Mothers of Missionaries Part 3: Can We Love Our Children Too Much?
When my first daughter, Sarah, was born, my love for her was so unexpectedly fierce that I felt like a tsunami of love had rushed my...
Mothers of Missionaries Part 2: A letter to other World Race parents
World Race Parents, I have been pondering recent World Race blogs on safety and idolatry. This is not a topic that is new to me. Many...
Mothers and Missionaries
Taylor was born at one pound and thirteen ounces. Full respirator 100% oxygen Septicemia from the amniotic sac being broken for three...
