Frozen to death

[ALMOST FORGETTING ABOUT POVERTY] “Yes, I can finally see the airport!” From the airplane window I can see a tiny little building in the middle of nowhere. The building is covered with a deep orange glow from the early morning sunrise. After almost 24 hours of traveling from door to door, I am so ready … Meer lezen over Frozen to death

Being a missionary is…

[THE UNSEEN AND INTERNAL BATTLE OF MISSION LIFE] Being a missionary is... Screaming to God from the mountaintops (literally) with your fists up in the air and tears running down your face.  Jep, just now I came back from one of those wrestle-sessions with God (something similar to Jacob in the Bible who was wrestling … Meer lezen over Being a missionary is…