A couple of months ago we took in a little kitten from our street that had been abandoned by its mother. She was still quite
One of the things we Westerners have to get used to while living in Indonesia is the idea of having a helper. I can remember
Every time I walk through my house in Indonesia, I can’t help but look outside. My bunga kertas has spilled out from its base, spreading
Deep in the jungles of Kalimantan, PK-MCB—Charlie Brown—has been busy exploring new landing sites—opening the doors for ministry and medical care. Here are a few
I first met Ibu Lina the day she showed up at our house for an interview to be our house helper. An extremely meek, sweet-faced
Last summer I spent a month visiting my family in the States. One afternoon I was watching my son at the playground when it suddenly
I’m at the computer, reminiscing and looking through old digital photos. I marvel at the sweet faces of my kids a few years ago—chubbier, messier,
I live on a small island where there are no long-stemmed roses, none of my favorite dark chocolate, and no romantic Italian restaurants. And this
