As I drank in the sight of my slightly sunburned husband walking through airport security today, I didn't realize that I was going to receive a life lesson from the unpacking of his souvenirs. As he spun me around in his arms, heedless to the staring crowds, my heart nearly burst with love for this... Continue Reading →
Between Denver and Dakar, Day 7
Dear David, I dropped two pennies in an Italian wishing well today, arched my neck in laughter, and then prayed for miracles. Surrounded by "Make a Wish" messages at Disney, I've been making several. Praying for the safety and health of your team in Africa. Praying for purpose in the face of your students' exhaustion.... Continue Reading →
Between Denver and Dakar, Day 4
Dear David, It is 12:35 p.m. in Dakar right now. Lunch time. Maybe. Last year, food was often late. Never once, however, did a single student complain. They had made a student-initiated pact at the beginning of the trip to not whine about anything. Although they were pushed to their spiritual, emotional, and physical limits, they... Continue Reading →
Between Denver and Dakar, Day 3
Dear David, Remind the kids to remember. Write it down. Keep a record. Fill a journal. Etch memories into their hearts. "Taste and see that the LORD is good." I am coming to realize that remembering is integral to giving thanks. Remembering is the precursor to trust and faith. Without remembering how Christ has performed... Continue Reading →