We were in Alaska, spending time volunteering at the Kingdom Air Corps ranch. It was evening and we were driving back to the ranch after dinner. Arvin and Kathy in the front, our daughter snuggled between us in the back. The man’s fire was off the side of the road and he was wrapped in…
Since publishing Counting Grains of Sand, my book that talks about choosing faith while walking through great sorrow and great joy, I’ve received so many letters with some version of this question: How can I trust in a God who speaks promises, when I am forced to walk through heart-wrenching sorrow? I don’t have all…
Nate Saint, Jim Elliot, Roger Youderian, Pete Fleming, and Ed McCully were missionaries in Ecuador in the 1950’s. They made a plan to form contact with an unreached tribe deep in the jungle, at that point known only as the Aucas. This tribe was known for their killing and their lack of typical clothing, which…
Thirteen years. It has been thirteen years since I sat in a doctor’s office and was handed a diagnosis that would become a gaping wound in my life. This fall it will be ten years since I carried that wound into my marriage. Infertility has been a deep aching sorrow that has left a trail…
We were knee-deep in the heart of winter on the farm, but it was a colder winter than usual. In January of 2015 temperatures dipped to twenty-below…and stayed there. During chores we spend a good portion of our time chipping away at frozen water troughs and kicking apart blocks of feed that had clumped…
When the doctor told me I had the “leading cause of infertility”, there were many other words that followed hers and seemed to cling to me. Failure. Ugly. Broken. Unworthy. I heard them and when the months and years seemed to prove the label of “infertility” right, I allowed all those other words to label…
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