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Back to some sharing from an old notebook when I was 16 years old and “expatriate teen in West Africa” was “who I was”.

Abut this picture: The bottom book is my baby book, kept by Mom until recently, and, the top “book”, a humble old green graph paper only “cahier” I remember Mom giving me, from her notebook stash, when I went to her and asked her if she had an old notebook that I could write in.IMG_4931









June 20, 1973.  (I was home in Cameroun, from the Congo, on summer vacation)”Last night I told Mom all about S. (a boy I had a crush on, at school in the Congo) and it was an unexpected relief to get it all out to someone who would be able to view it from an objective viewpoint. What can I do except wait and pray?  – But that is about the hardest thing TO do. Somehow, God is going to work it out, the very best way. (this boy never did end up “liking me” at all, in the next couple years or at any time)

I never thought I’d REALLY miss TASOK for the three months of summer vacation, but I am. It is so great to have so many beautiful people (note, now, from myself – “beautiful people” is a phrase we kids at TASOK tended to use a lot, in the seventies !) , friends, around you all the time.

Anytime you want to, almost, you can go talk to somebody, or goof off and act like a spazz, or just go and be quiet and listen to music or something.

It has bothered me some that I didn’t want to come home worse than I did, and now that I am home I miss it at TASOK – it is like MPH (my boarding hostel) and TASOK (my school – The American School of Kinshasa) have become a real home to me.

But, that’s natural when you grow up – you always grow apart from “home”. You make your own life, and, when your(sic)going to a boarding school or something, often it’s COMPLETELY your own. In other words, you are what you make yourself when you’re at a place like TASOK with no brothers and sisters.

Then you come home, full of independence and pride in yourself, convinced that you’ve changed for the better an awful lot, that you’ll be pretty cool at home now. But when you’re home you suddenly realize you’re not so cool after all but regarded just the same by your parents pretty much and by your brothers and sisters and all the other people on the station and – your balloon deflates! You’re fighting with your sister and taking the head off your little brother and lazing around doing nothing and making no use of yourself at all!

Oh well, I guess that’s just part of coming home! “


Today’s Post

January 5, 2015


“It’s supposed to be hard.  If it wasn’t hard, everyone would be doing it.  The ‘hard’ is what makes it great.”


– found on Pinterest

Epifania’s Story (Part Two)

One day, Epifania heard on Mosoj Chaski the announcement of a “Conference”, to take place near Inca Casani, the village in the rural area where she and Antonio are originally from, and where they still have crops and animals. Under the pretext of going out there to care for the plants and animals, Epifania went to this special yearly gathering of Christian believers.  It was there she accepted Jesus as her Savior.

Epifania is making the effort to read her Bible, no small undertaking, as she only attended school for a couple of years (quite common for rural Quechua girls, where schools are basic, often a long distance away, and manual labor awaits at all times, even for children).  She prays when alone, so as not to antagonize her husband.

Epifania recently visited the studio/office facility of Mosoj Chaski (New Messenger in Quechua) with her 7 year old daughter, Veronica.  Between smiles and tears she shared her story with us.  She also asked a barrage of questions she had from listening to the programs.  She has a passion to learn more of God’s Word. (to be continued.)DSC00595

Scraps and Pieces from a Good Textbook: “Effective Biblical Counseling” by Lawrence Crabb

” the results of the Fall include separation not only from God and from others, but also from ourselves.  we “come apart” as persons, unable to genuinely accept ourselves as we are.  Our consequent struggle to be, or to pretend to be what we are not explains much of our deep discontent and personal suffering.”


Smack Dab in the middle of what I read in a Lonely Planet travel guide (not sure if it’s true or not) the largest traditional open air market in South and Central Americas. “La Cancha de Cochabamba”. Yay! It’s “mine”, and I love it. I find it endlessly interesting to roam through. Don’t buy this meat, though..


Today’s Post

January 5, 2015


“It’s supposed to be hard.  If it wasn’t hard, everyone would be doing it.  The ‘hard’ is what makes it great.”


– found on Pinterest

Journeying Once More – We’ll be Returning Home to Bolivia Soon

“The heavens declare the glory of God and the earth shows forth His handiwork.”IMG_4661

Fear and Truth

Years ago, while we were still living in Sucre at the Quechua Bible Institute my man (my husband) was gone from my side A LOT, traveling, in our jeep and in public busses ALL over Bolivia, and the roads were, ALWAYS, terrible.

So many, MANY close calls.  I knew.  I’d been there for some of them.

There are no bad roads and dangerous driving conditions like the mountain roads of highland Bolivia.  I grew up in West Africa and I thought I knew the worst of bad roads from there.


Muddy, maybe.  But not as dangerous.  I think Bolivia about wins the prize for dangerous roads.  Because of the mountain cliffs.

Fear started to gradually, slowly, get a root in my heart. He’d be killed, one of these days!  The kids and I would lose him.

I started worrying too much, being uptight with him, tense, resentful in my heart.  I started telling him, frequently, that he needed to take better care of himself, not risk so much, stay home more.  Weren’t there other, safer ways to be doing God’s work?  I harped.  I scolded.

One morning after unhappily saying goodbye to him for yet another trip on bad roads with the Quechua Bible School students, to a rough and remote area to share God’s Word and God’s love with people who had no other way of getting that, I sat down, with tears in my eyes and fear in my heart to read my Bible and pray.

A yellowed little slip of scrap paper fell out of the Bible, long forgotten, collected from some conference or retreat or training years before.  I picked it up and looked at it.

“Whoever walks with God is immortal until his work on earth is done.  For such a one, there are no accidents.”

That’s what the yellowed slip of paper said!

And it pierced, straight to my heart of hearts, and in that split second God helped me to really believe it!  And I had much more PEACE in the weeks and months and years of the same kind of lifestyle continuing after that.

I had to realize, yes, he MIGHT be killed on the road, someday.  He still might, someday.

But I can trust God.



“Let no one apologize for the powerful emphasis Christianity lays on the doctrine of the world to come.  Right there lies its immense superiority to everything else within the whole sphere of human thought or experience.  When Christ arose from death and ascended into heaven He established forever 3 important facts, namely, that this world has been condemned to ultimate dissolution, that the human spirit persists beyond the grave, and that there is indeed a world to come.  We do well to think of the long tomorrow.” – A.W. TozerIMG_1943

The Two of Us were Doing Public Transportation across the Altiplano and…

the tiny battered sedan taxi we were riding in, together with another passenger and the driver, was about to run out of gas.  So, the driver rolled to a stop near some roadside buildings, turned off the motor, disappeared into an open doorway and, a few moments later reappeared with a jerry can full of black market gasoline.  He filled our tank and off we went again, merrily wending our way towards the Peruvian border.IMG_8316