I am not much of an adventurist. I don’t take many risks and honestly, I’m scared of more than I’d like to admit. I don’t ski because I fear heights. To ski, you have to jump off the lift to go down the mountain. I can never let go. I’d rather ride the lift around until I accidentally plop into a mound of snow. In summary, anything involving letting go without control is not my…
Making all things new The time to leave China arrived. As a person of imagery, the only picture in my spirit was darkness. A girl standing on a path unlit and shadowed. Where did the light unto my path go? Where do I go? I thought I’d be in China for years to come, but God’s holy flame that guided my calling and life began moving. Like the Israelites, who followed the cloud by day…
by Sue I don’t like airports. In fact, I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say I’m afraid of them. This is rather unfortunate because, being a missionary, I’m left to face my fear on many occasions. It’s strange, but my baggage always seems heavier in an airport. And I don’t mean my suitcase. In the airport all sorts of feelings of anxiety, loss and loneliness seem to ooze out, my mental zips unable to…
