Saturday, August 10, 2013
August 8, 2013
We said good-bye for twenty days as my big boy,
my baby got on a plane to start his trip to Mozambique.
It was a lot of work to get you on that plane, boy!
Take care of yourself.
Represent well your God.
And whoever gives one of these little ones only a cup of cold water in the name of a disciple, assuredly, I say to you, he shall by no ...
That seems to be the question every one asks us these days since we've arrived back in Sobradinho. What's next? What are you going...
This Friday evening the youngest of our clan will finish up high school and move on to the next stage of his life - summer! Oh, and then...
That's us on our first furlough in 1998. Byron was 33 and I was 32. No gray hairs, no flab, two cute little MK's. ...