I played hooky from ironing and did this instead…
2014-07-18
I tried to be a good girl this morning, really. I had every intention of ironing. But then I heard my garden singing and did this instead.Read More →
Lasagna, a Red KitchenAid, and a Pilot Named Paul
2012-09-24
One meal in the life of a missionary housewife in Sentani, Papua, Indonesia… Today I want to make lasagna for my family. I’ll make a salad, a loaf of Italian bread and chocolate chip cookies for dessert. My task list: 1. Early in the day: Sift the bugs out of the flour. Bugs really like flour in the tropics. Mix up the bread dough and let it rise. Dough rises very well on the counter in the hot tropics! Bake. 2. Make the lasagna noodles. Or if I’m feeling lazy I will just go buy macaroni at the grocery store and make “Lazy Lasagna”. I’mRead More →
Whiteboard Billy: The Kid Who Lives on Our Fridge
2012-07-30
Magnetic refrigerator fun… When our daughter Hannah’s jaw was wired shut eight months ago, Grandma bought her a whiteboard to help her communicate without pain to her jaw. She never used it. But when her wires came off she said, “Let’s put this whiteboard on the fridge. Our family could have some fun with this!” That very next morning we found proof that it was true. A refrigerator whiteboard could be lots of fun! Enter Whiteboard Billy. Talented Hannah created him right there on that whiteboard a couple of months ago and he keeps coming back. We almost never actually see the story changing asRead More →
It Rained Grace!
2012-07-18
“He will be like rain falling on a mown field, like showers watering the earth.” Psalm 72:6 This past weekend we traveled three hours north to spend two and a half days with my extended family and to meet with three pastors from supporting churches. These were healing days. Adventure days. Grace-filled days. Friday’s Raindrops Pizza with my dad and step-mom at an old favorite local pizza shop S’mores around a campfire Sleeping in Grammy’s camper Saturdays Gentle Storm Breakfast with Pastor #1 – Listening, encouraging, sharing vision and a different perspective. My dad grew up in this church. My sweet mom, grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-grandparents…Read More →
I Forgot…
2012-07-03
*My heart was caught as I re-read this excerpt from a January 2007 post from our Blessings and Burdens website which is now no longer in existence. I forgot how much I truly loved serving in Indonesia. It was difficult in many ways but so is life here in our home country. I am reminded today of these things which I forgot… …the wonderful savory scent of frying garlic and onions in the air. …the exotic feel of the deep green jungle at our doorstep. …the music of the birds and the river singing us to sleep and waking us in the morning. …the delicious,Read More →
