After about 12 hours of non-stop bombing, the panic attacks wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t catch a breath, I couldn’t stop the shaking of my hands, I couldn’t bring my heart rate down. The words of my husband, “you are safe, we are safe” did nothing to...

It was God’s grace that I didn’t kill the air conditioner guy.

It was time to leave. I had invested over ten years in this country, but it just wasn't the right place for me anymore. Was I burned out? Had I stopped loving the people I was ministering to? Was I unhappy with the work? No. I simply no longer bel...

She smiled at me as she walked past, a tiny little girl holding on to her mom with one hand and stuffing animal crackers into her mouth with the other. I smiled back; what a cutie! Suddenly, she dropped her mother’s hand and came running back to m...