Agenda for Rejoicing

“Just don’t look down!” was one of the many encouragements shouted down the ladder as those of us already at the top of the water tower cheered on the ones below.  It’s just a simple metal ladder that goes from the ground all the way to the top, by for…

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Grace Infusion

Africans have a different way of viewing money, and it can be very confusing to those of us who grew up in western thought. I read a book once that discusses these kinds of cultural differences, and I found myself audibly exclaiming “aha” and “oh, that makes so much sense…

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Break My Plans

“So what are you doing after this?” She innocently asked.  I found myself in a familiar place, one that I’m starting to get more used to. “I don’t really know,” I replied.  I explained how I had planned to go to Burkina Faso for a week before going to the…

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A Colorful Tour

I rolled my eyes a little bit when I heard we were going to have a tour guide take us along a hike in the woods. Don’t get me wrong, I love hiking; it’s the tour guide part that I’m not particularly fond of. My knowledge of the woods and…

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Faith in Unfulfilled Promises

If you look at west Africa on google earth, you will see a very distinct natural line that runs east-west and separates the land into two regions – the barren, dusty Sahara desert and the lush tropical coastal region. Everything north of this line is brown, everything south is green,…

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The Not-So-Ordinary

There are some days of living in west Africa that I just want to remember. Not because anything extraordinary happened, but rather because what ordinarily happens is just so unordinary. Sometimes I can’t believe what happens in a “regular” day. And it’s funny: I used to think the western world…

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Surprise Me

One of my favorite things about working maternity is that you never know what will walk through the door. One quiet night in the maternity, an emergency suddenly arrived and before we knew it, a premature baby was born at 31 weeks. Two days later, another premature baby was born…

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Two Different Days, Two Different Worlds

I anticipated an interesting response this time when I asked another missionary nurse how her day was. I had slept all day since I was between night shifts, but she had gone out during the day to observe what goes on during the Muslim holiday known as Tabaski.  “I feel…

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Ten Thousand Times Better

We had two full days off in a row, and we certainly made the most of it. We also didn’t sleep very much of it. The first night, we had a girls sleepover for Megan’s birthday party, which included a whole lot of pizza, funfetti cake (I know what you’re…

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At His Feet

I kept my eyes glued to the ground, where I placed one foot in front of the other as I climbed the rocky staircase. I noticed how each stone was rugged and natural, yet strategically placed in an organized fashion, and I presumed that someone took quite a bit of…

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