Today, February 18, is my dad’s birthday. When I was a child, I thought all famous men were born in February! Dad passed away in November 2015, and a few months later I began writing my childhood stories. Here’s one of the first memories I documented but am just now publishing. Let me know what you think of The Shiny, White Truck… The morning sun blazed through the African sky at our mission station in central Nigeria, as I grabbed…
Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter, you will restore my life again; from the depths of the earth you will again bring me up. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again. Psalm 71:20,21 (NIV) This is the first childhood story I’ve posted in four weeks, due in part to the fact I’m in the Land of the Scots for a month, and it took monumental preparations to get here, including packing an apothecary…
Can you imagine being sent away to board at school right after kindergarten? So painful for the parents and so painful for the child.
The droning of the airplane engine made my six-year-old body sleepy, but I also felt like throwing up. To soothe the nausea, I crossed my arms over my tummy and took three deep breaths, like Mom had taught me back home. The right wing dipped. The single-engine Piper Comanche buzzed low along the clearing in the jungle, and the pilot pointed out the front window. “The plane just scared all the goats off the runway into the brush, so we’re…
For eight years, from 1965-1973, Ian and Sheila Finlayson served with SIM (Sudan Interior Mission), and along with my parents, were stationed at Egbe (pronounced egg’-beh). Egbe was one of the largest SIM stations in Nigeria because it boasted two compounds: a high school and a hospital. A wide dirt road ran out from Egbe town to the station and then further into the bush. The hospital compound sprawled along the left-hand side of the road, and the high school…