Rachida and her mom (and little brother) returned from Bamako, Mali, late last week, and on Monday I was able to go and visit them. Even though hereditary retinoblastoma is a nasty disease and apart from the grace of God (hence the need for continued prayers!) she’ll never be completely out of the water, it […]
I grew up in a Christian family and became a born-again believer at a young age. I first thought about missions as a career in fifth grade, when my Sunday school teacher told us that God had each of us in our families for a reason. Using me as an example, she said that because my dad was involved with missions (he was on the missions committee at my church) I may become a missionary.
That idea had never crossed ...