Chance Encounter at El Baño
While serving with my church, I looked for a chance encounter with an eligible bachelor. Little did I know my girlfriend’s brother was the one for me.
How Being a Missionary Kid Prepared Me for the Apocalypse
This month I needed a little bit of humor. A missionary mom who’s raising her kids overseas shared this list in a prayer letter to their church.
Another Kiss Goodbye
My writing mentors used me as a critique guinea pig as we brainstormed my story. This was my first-ever time to be featured on a video.
Interested in Writing Your Story?
Hi friends, For those of you who are writing your personal story, or have ever thought about it, here’s a unique opportunity. If you want encouragement in journaling or writing your personal experiences, please join me tomorrow (Tuesday, June 9) at 10 a.m. PST for a workshop hosted by Susy Flory of Everything Memoir. The class will be led by Marci Seither who has sold more than two dozen stories to Guideposts. In the 45-minute session, she shows us how…
An Ouch of Prevention
As a child in boarding school, we had to get a lot of vaccinations as “an ouch of prevention” for many diseases. I really needed comfort from my mom.
I Tested Positive for COVID-19 Antibodies
Because I had the flu and traveled to the UK, I took the COVID-19 antibody test. But I was still surprised when I showed positive for the coronavirus.
A Bitter Pill to Swallow
At boarding school in Nigeria, we had to swallow a bitter pill every week to prevent Malaria. Chloroquine is now being tested to help cure COVID-19.
When Toilet Paper Runs Out
When civil war breaks out in Nigeria, I’m away at boarding school. After hearing the news my parents may have to flee, I worry they won’t have enough toilet paper.
Leap Year, Nigeria 1972
At our boarding school in Nigeria, girls were allowed to ask guys on a date since it was Leap Year. Deciding who to ask out was fun, but complicated.
Happy Valentine’s Day
A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for a time of adversity. Proverbs 17:17 I stared out the window of the second-grade classroom at the tall mango tree and listened to the birds tweeting in its branches. The drone of the teacher’s voice faded quietly into the background. My racing heartbeat slowed for a moment. Then the chalk screeched on the blackboard, and I quickly turned my head toward the front of the classroom. I don’t…