I hear the baby stirring. It’s early and dawn is fast approaching. Groggy with sleep, I stumble out of bed to go and get him. I change him and then I bring him back to my bed to nurse him. We lie there quietly for an hour or so before my older two wake up. They are raring to go, and ready to celebrate the wonder of a brand new day. I often wonder how they are so full of energy as soon as they wake up. I can’t remember ever being that way. Thus, my day begins … There are beds to be made. There are meals and snacks to prepare throughout the day. There’s always laundry and the folding and putting away of laundry. That, and the picking up of all sorts of things … a sock here, a ...

It had not been a reality in my heart that the Lord was and is today and will always be Jehovah Rapha – the Lord that heals. Over the years I’ve heard more teachings than I can remember about healing, but I still had questions in my mind about why I saw some people healed and others not. It seemed like God was choosing who to heal and that healing wasn’t His will for all. Those questions got in the way of completely believing His promises that healing is for everyone, because I allowed what I saw to dictate what I believed rather than just believing what God says in His Word and trusting that He is Who He said He is.  Allowing that to happen wasn’t faith, and it wasn’t ...

I love to read about the lives of missionaries. I have many favorites who have inspired me, stirred my heart into a closer relationship with Jesus and strengthened my faith by the word of their testimonies. One such person is George Muller. For those who are not aware of who Mr. Muller was, I’ll give you a short biography. He was born in Germany in 1805. As a young man, he led a life filled with sin. He was a thief, a liar and a gambler before being introduced to Jesus, changing his life dramatically. He soon found himself in England training to work as a missionary to the Jews, but God had other plans for him. Through a series of events God used Mr. Muller’s willing life to care for ...

“There is no pit so deep that God's love is not deeper” – Betsy ten Boom At first it appeared to be a seemingly hopeless and horrible situation when a mine in Chile collapsed, trapping thirty-three men half a mile below the earth's surface. Only the world did not know that there were men alive down there. The trapped men thought that they were entombed forever, but a miracle, the first of several, had just taken place. Had the miners not been on their lunch break they would've been in harm's way and might not have survived the collapse of the mine above them. Despite the bleak circumstances, the country of Chile and people around the world rallied their faith, began to pray ...

It's not pretty and I'm the first to admit it. I am certainly not proud of the fact, that's for sure. Really, I would like to leave you all thinking that I’m loving and kind and next to perfect all the time and that I've never hurt someone else but that wouldn't be the truth. You see, there have been times in my life when I have not minded my own business. I have gossiped, I have misunderstood people, and made unfair judgments against them when I have not walked in their shoes. As a result, I have reaped the consequences in various ways and I have felt the guilt and shame of seeing people hurt, peace disturbed, and my Christian walk tarnished because of my meddling tongue, pride, and ...

Earlier this year, in February, I awoke in the middle of the night with intense pain in my right pelvic area. I am normally happy and healthy and other than labor and delivery I had never experienced a pain like that. I couldn't imagine what it could be. It hadn't subsided by dawn so I woke my husband up to tell him what was going on. Thankfully we had a doctor friend from Jamaica staying with us. My husband woke him up and he examined me, coming to the conclusion that it was one of two things and that we needed to leave for the emergency room right away. Once in the ER we found out, surprisingly - considering that we thought we had taken the necessary precautions - that I was ...

There was a time in my life when I felt invincible and fearless. I really didn't have anything to worry about. I didn't feel vulnerable. But that changed the day I learned I was going to be a mother for the first time and suddenly a new battle started in my mind. I became vulnerable with the fear of all the possibilities of horrible things that could happen to my children. It started with the fear of miscarrying in the first trimester. As the weeks turned into months I found myself wondering at every ache and pain I felt in my pregnant body. I worried if I didn't feel the baby move enough. I would diagnose myself after googling each symptom or reading "What to expect when expecting". To ...

1 Thessalonians 5:16 -18 "Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus." That most wonderful time of the year is almost upon us.  For me my favorite season is ushered in with Thanksgiving.  It is the time when families travel from near and far to gather together in the warmth of our homes, to eat good ol' comfort food, to laugh and share memories. It is a wonderful time of the year for expressing gratitude, for giving and receiving.  And, if you are like my family then you also have the tradition of sitting around the Thanksgiving table sharing with your loved ones the things that you are most thankful ...

Mana Pools. The Zambezi. Just hearing these names deeply stirs my heart giving me a deep ache of emotion. Time is forgotten about in this magical place deep in the heart of Africa. The world, by and large, does not know about this little heaven on earth. It has another world beauty about it. It is ancient. Remote. Magical. Wild. Breathtaking. For me there is no place quite like it and it holds a beauty all of it's own. Reaching the Zambezi Escarpment ~ an hour's drive north of my home town of Karoi in northern Zimbabwe ~ is the magnificent Zambezi Valley spreading out as far as the eye can see.  This is the southern most tip of the Great Rift Valley which stretches for ...

For a moment the world stands still and the blood rushes to my head. My ears are ringing and I can't think clearly but that doesn't last long because all too suddenly the thoughts all come rushing in at once and I cringe inwardly thinking "Ugh! Goodness! Did I really say that?! Seriously! Why on earth did I say what I did? That was just a little too much information on my part! Do I always have to open my big mouth? Why can't I just be quiet? Why can't I talk less and listen more? Why do I feel the need to share my opinion so freely even though no one asked for it? Okay! Next time, for sure, I am not going to open my mouth!" Sometimes I just want to bang my head in frustration as a ...