Bread and Living

Upon my arrival the next morning to the place where I left my friend and her two children, I saw distraught faces and spats of blood everywhere on the white walls. What happened? I thought. Soon the story unfolded of the miserable night of torment between this destitute family and their invaders – mosquitoes! Everywhere … More Bread and Living

Choices…

International Dale and I both have always had a heart for world missions and much of our visionary travels internationally up to this point had been through missions magazines, listening to guest missionaries in church and in our prayers.  So, after our adoption discussion with the social worker, we felt that making ourselves available to … More Choices…

Curious Faces…

At about 10:30 a.m. we woke up to curious children outside our door wanting to know who had arrived from America.  Upon waking and realizing where I was, the memories of the van ride, only a few hours previous, haunted me.  But I quickly got off my bed to get dressed and see who the … More Curious Faces…

20/20 Was Here…

The room was dismal, not like an American nursery. Paint peeling from the walls was small in perspective; the smells and sounds of this place loomed large. Perhaps like someone who first steps into a full barn on a busy day, smells assaulting their delicate senses, only this was worse, it held children. I felt … More 20/20 Was Here…