When my husband and I headed overseas, my soul was one giant, multicolored ball of playdough. There was the largest…
The dust, fine and red, coated the plants lining our roads. Sweat beaded on my upper lip. As my children…
The gray of February has descended on many of you, and maybe you're wondering if death-by-fundraising-and-passport-application is a thing. But…
PRINT 1 CORINTHIANS 9:24-27 HERE. We know: The road can feel long in support raising, the discouragement real. Sometimes you…
The journey overseas gets long, belabored with details and fundraising and emotions that somehow resemble peppering by a paintball gun.…