The Help We Need
For us cross-cultural workers, so far away from our mothers, we tend to mother ourselves — to hack and schedule
For us cross-cultural workers, so far away from our mothers, we tend to mother ourselves — to hack and schedule
“I am not my own. I am bought with a price.” The woman recited the words quietly, without power of
July — here, in the Southern Hemisphere, the second month of winter. In southern Australia, this means just-above freezing temperatures,
I’ve been spinning my wheels for a couple of months now. A year ago, I would have told you that
As 2018 draws to a close, my family is approaching the two-year mark of cross-cultural ministry. As this anniversary approaches,
And the whole congregation of the people of Israel grumbled against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness, and the people