Can I be honest? I don’t love the title “missionary.” It’s a word that holds so much history and weight and prejudgement. I feel unqualified for it—like I don’t deserve it. Plus, everyone has their own idea of what a missionary is, and I’m not sure I meet their...
Every couple of Thursdays, our house fills with mommas and babies, aunties and sisters. We crowd around our table, sitting on the couch or folding chairs or the floor. Kids build towers with legos and throw a few at unsuspecting victims. The rest of us talk and laugh....
I am a lover of the everyday ordinary. Lest you think my life in Thailand is beyond crazy or a “I-could-never-do-that” kind of thing, know that this life is filled with the ordinary in the midst of the extraordinary. It’s filled with trips to the grocery store...
There is this space between Thailand and Burma. It’s no more than a half a mile long and a quarter of a mile wide. It runs right up to the river separating the two countries. This space of land belongs to no one. Thailand doesn’t want it. Burma...
