After a two month absence from home while participating in a mission trip to Africa, our sixteen year old daughter, Megan, was returning home. She had traveled with thirty-two strangers from the United States and Canada to a remote village in southeast Africa where poverty and life threatening diseases are epidemic, to build an emergency rescue shelter for AIDS orphans and spread the good news about Jesus Christ. Communication from Megan had been sparse. We received a phone call when she arrived for “boot camp” in Florida, a second call before she boarded her flight to Africa, and a ... Read the Post
Peace During the Storm
When it came time that delivery was imminent, I was dilated to 6cm and I knew it wouldn't be long. It was now time for me to allow myself to visit my feelings of loss. I was scared. I didn’t know what to expect. What was it going to be like to deliver a lifeless baby? Would they let me hold her immediately like my previous deliveries? How would I deal with this? My husband and I named her Anna Catherine. As I thought about her, I begin to cry and grieve; but, God stopped me in my tracks. I closed my eyes and there I went for a chat with God. He reminded me of how the disciples didn’t ... Read the Post