It's funny, the interest in the Haitian outhouse. I promised to follow up on it, and I will today. :)
On that first missions trip to Haiti when I was twenty-two, we traveled far back into the countryside of Haiti to bring some manpower (well, kidpower) to the missionary. He was building a work back there and needed to construct a meeting place for the church. He didn't need much skill. He just needed strong, young backs and willing hands. He got both with our teenage
I was traveling through the back roads of Florida the other morning, early. I was driving. It was only five-thirty when I began my journey. It would take an hour and a half to reach my destination if I didn't run into traffic. There would be some highway travel, so I allowed more than two hours to get where I was going.
The sky was clear and there was still a sliver of a moon hanging low before me. It was very dark as I began driving. And as I traveled over roads and
Sarah is visiting and I am far behind in my writing. It's not like I don't have anything to say. My brain is full and I have little notes written everywhere. Several are on my desk; many more in my Bible. So many that when I sit in church, they fall out, one after another. Sarah says I need netting under me. :)
So this will be short!
When she is visiting, I am out of my routine. I want to be doing what she is doing. Or at least looking at her while she's doing
A few days ago I told of the Haitian goat who was no more. That was a long time ago, but if you get two or three of us who went on that trip together in the same place, there is a great likelihood that the poor goat will come up in conversation within the first ten minutes.
Yes, that was thirty-eight years ago. Yes, the very youngest among us is now in their fifties.
Oh, my! I am starting to sound like an old person.
Hmmm. I was just thinking. When I was younger
A happy thing happened yesterday. My daughter spent her day flying across the country to get to her momma. She has come for a visit. Did I mention that that was a happy thing? Very!
Sarah began her journey at three in the morning, driving for hours to LAX. Then she flew into New Orleans, waited a while, and then flew some more. She landed at six-something in the evening. Luggage was slow, and she arrived home just a few minutes before I did. She had lost three hour
Okay, yesterday I was reminiscing about a missions trip to Haiti, long, long ago. You will find it here, and it will serve as our introduction. I brought up several things and then left them dangling, and so I want to hit one of them today before I forget.
I wrote of the girls sleeping inside the hut and the boys sleeping on the outside, encircling the hut. There was a reason for this, and I promised to tell you about it.
The main religion in Haiti is Roman Catholici
Going to the Dominican a few weeks ago has stirred all kinds of memories from my first trip to Hispaniola. Memories of my home church back in those days, as well. Flashbacks, if you will. Good ones. I will probably share a few, at the risk of sounding like an old person talking about the good old days. Lol!
I need to tell you first that Hispaniola is the second largest island in the Caribbean and consists of two separate nations. You are entering another country when
We've had a busy month at our house. Lots of traveling and appointments and leaving the country and other such things. :) At one point there was going to be no one home for a couple of nights. That meant that the dogs needed a sitter.
Let me tell you first that I have these two adorable grandpuppies, Ricky and Lucy. They are Maltese, and are as cute as buttons. They couldn't be more sweet and loving. Ricky weighs nine pounds and Lucy weighs five. They really belon
There was this verse in my devotion this morning. There was something about it that grabbed my heart and spoke to me right where I am. A shocker, right?
I am being sarcastic, for those of you who do not know me well. It's not a shocker at all. That's the way that it is with the Word of God. The Bible is a living, breathing book. And God really does speak to me through it.
He speaks plainly and openly to me. God will take a verse that I've read or heard preached a
This is the third and final part of my account of the Thursday evening service at the Dominican church in Hispaniola. You can find part one and part two here if you need to catch up, because there will be no introduction.
After I spoke, Pasteur Wesley asked for testimonies from the congregation. There were many who stood and shared what the Lord had done for them. There was much joy. Even though I did not know what was being said, it made my heart glad.
Now it was pr