Since 1985 I have learned to enjoy cross stitching. For the past eight years during my quiet evenings in Kenya,…
This article started with a crash. I was reading an issue of Women of the Harvest while eating lunch. As…
“God surely you can’t expect me to forgive the murderer of my son,” I cried out in the stillness of…
“Boy, I wish I could be a part of that,” I thought as we walked past several women chatting at…
“Am I really a global worker?” She was new on the field. She had a baby in her arms and…
When we all entered our second culture, something interesting happened. We lost ourselves. Some of us
