The Mixed Blessings of Missionary Life {and Our Summer Home}

Along the path

We celebrated 29 years here in May! And while our years here have not been easy, we would tread this path all over again. For it’s been a good life in which we have seen God’s faithfulness.

But missionary life is joy mixed with sorrow. Unable to attend the funerals of Mario’s parents and my grandparents, the needed closure took much longer. And until we finally met our new grandchildren, usually when they were already 2-4 years old, our empty arms ache and have ached.  Continue reading “The Mixed Blessings of Missionary Life {and Our Summer Home}”

Don’t you Know You’re Beautiful? [Video]

Beautiful woman drawing

Anyone who knows me knows that I generally avoid advertising like the plague. I just don’t want all the hype trying to get me to buy a bunch of stuff I don’t need and don’t have room for! But I stumbled on this video from Dove® some time ago, and found it so encouraging!

Yet it sadly shows what low self-esteem so many have, especially us women. With the over-emphasis society places on physical appearance, we often concentrate on it too much, and feel we never measure up. “My ears are too big, my nose is too small, and I’ve got a weird chin. Me, beautiful?” (That’s how I often see myself!) Continue reading “Don’t you Know You’re Beautiful? [Video]”

A Lesson From the Birds

Bird on roof

With his tiny feet resting lightly on the snow’s surface, he reminded me of the Father’s loving care. I love birds, and felt so bad for that brave little guy. Pecking at the plants growing in the roof eaves, the only things not buried by snow.

“Don’t worry, I care for the birds,” a gentle whisper came. And that took my mind back to my morning Bible reading. Don’t worry the Lord said. Because just as he feeds the birds and dresses the flowers in their bright colors, he will also care for us.  Continue reading “A Lesson From the Birds”

God Hears Even Before we Call

Struggling to live on next-to-nothing, our year in a central Italian village was tough. Especially because of the people’s closed and suspicious attitudes toward us. Not that we escaped unnoticed, though! The drug addicts we helped visited often, which is only right. The needy should be able to turn to us.

We had no problem with it, but the neighbors? Either they just didn’t like us, or it bothered them to have the ‘outcasts’ of society around. Either way, they ordered the landlord: “Throw them out, or we’ll call the police”. But since he only cared about the rent money, we stayed. And our door remained, as it always will be, open to all in need.  Continue reading “God Hears Even Before we Call”

Giving Thanks for Providence

Autumn in Italy is a special time of year, one of my favorites! In the small towns, like ours, the scent of wood smoke floats in the crisp, clean air. The grapes ferment into fine wines, and olives pressed into Italy’s green gold, glisten in their bottles.

But as an American, my thoughts turn naturally to Thanksgiving. Although with our kids grown and gone and Hubby working, we no longer ‘celebrate’ the holiday. But still it remains to me one of America’s greatest!  Continue reading “Giving Thanks for Providence”