I am so uncomfortable right now. It’s not that I’m physically uncomfortable, though I am. I’m sitting on a concrete floor with my bare feet
I was told when we began our MAF career that MAF really stood for “Move Again, Friend”! Because we are an organization that specializes in
I shouldn’t still be here in Indonesia. It’s been eight years on the same narrow street on the same tiny island. And I just can’t
Recently I shed happy tears. I love happy tears, especially since I usually shed sad, hormonal, frustrated, or angry tears. We traveled from our home
In January, on our two year anniversary of living and serving here, a deep homesickness hit me—HARD. This was a different kind of homesickness than
Dear Scooter, We’re such good friends now that this may come as a shock, but here’s the truth. I didn’t like you at first. In
Preparing to go back to Indonesia from furlough always proves a hectic time. There are goodbyes to be said, details to be finished and last
It’s dinner time. The setting equatorial sun—every day the same time all year long—and my three kids tell me it’s time. And if the “I’m
