One summer about ten years ago, we were in Ohio for one of our mini-furloughs. A woman from a supporting church offered my husband and me a night on the town. God had laid it on her heart to bless us with a formal dinner at a place we...
What am I doing here? I don’t belong. Rachel sat alone, letting the dark thoughts tumble over each other; she felt suffocated by the weight of them. I keep messing up. They must think I am a complete idiot. Ever since her conversation with Lena, Rachel could not shake...
No one ever warned me that it would be so hard to leave the field one day. I don’t remember any seminars about returning home for good when I went through a global worker training program prior to heading overseas nearly seven years ago. So much time and effort...
