I can’t share many photos from our time in India because of security concerns, but the photo above, like the boy it features, is anonymous. I call it “Boy Without a Name.” Everyone called this boy Chotu, which means “Shorty”…
This essay originally appeared on A Life Overseas. “Lord, give me a burden for souls.” That’s the last line of a song written by a young lady from my husband’s hometown. It reminds me of Jesus’ words: “Come to me,…
This essay originally appeared on A Life Overseas. “Hey.” My mom’s voice sounded otherworldly—either because I was talking to her on an actual payphone, or because of the mix of Bollywood music and traffic sounds filling the air around me….
This essay originally appeared on A Life Overseas. My kids and I love reading missionary stories. You know the kind. There are witchdoctors. There are dreams and visions. And there are divine appointments with so many moving parts you can…
This article originally appeared on A Life Overseas. An Introvert Moves to India Shortly before we launched as missionaries to India, I was gifted a book. The title was something like Home at Last. This book disturbed me. In it, the…
This post originally appeared on A Life Overseas. God created me with a strong aesthetic sense. That’s probably why the book We Help Mommy appeals to me. This idyllic Little Golden Book features illustrations by Eloise Wilkin, who was so…
My husband Joshua has the annoying habit of believing I am capable and strong, like some kind of Wonder Woman, except with a super-modest, incarnational wardrobe instead of a metal corset. He is always encouraging me and pep-talking me and…
Last week, I visited my little sister, who just had a baby. She named the baby Abigail! …and even though that’s my pen name, and my sister had technically forgotten about it, I’m telling everyone the baby was subconsciously named…
(Don’t you love all the car tracks in the above ultra-authentic camel photo I didn’t take?) I once shared the gospel with a group of burly Arab camel tour guides whose camel bit me on the leg. (It’s okay. You…