You know as well as I that it does not take long for well laid plans to fall apart. I remember my plans for ministry in Colombia South America. I wanted to join missionary co-workers in remote areas and begin learning a tribal language, sharing the Gospel, translating Scripture and seeing a tribal church planted. […]
If they knocked, I certainly didn’t hear it. The doors were still locked, the sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, and I had no idea I was not alone in the house.
She Passed! Now comes the challenges of finding employment in a depressed economy....
I cannot express to you the impact this visit has had on me, personally, and perhaps will have on those still hurting from lives interrupted.
With tears streaming down my face, I listened to the worship team. It was Mother’s Day in Colombia and I was worshiping God in the very location where 36 years earlier, I had become a mother for the first time. We were attending a Sunday service located at the former orphanage, Paraiso Infantil in Villavicencio, […]
It was straight down the mountain and straight back up. This includes forty minutes hopping down a riverbed on giant boulders. A piece of cake, I thought. Boy was I wrong.