Author name: sarah

Mud covering my rubber boots, eyes red from smoke of the wood cook fires, exhausted and dirty I sat down on the makeshift table/bench and began sorting out the rice that had slipped through the huller unshelled. I had gone along to Kitaski (several villages upriver from KrinKrin) where we were hosting a large meeting […]

It’s a beautiful Saturday forenoon; from my window where I sit at my desk I can look out across the village, cows and horses grazing, ladies preparing to cook the noon meal on their wood fire boxes, little boys walking on homemade stilts, and little girls running down to the wet-weather creek to fetch water

As Christmas draws near and the much welcomed north winds blow off the river cooling everything down a bit I sit here in my tiny office space entering paperwork into the computer. The past two and a half month I’ve let stacks of receipts and papers pile up while I traveled here, there and everywhere,

Some sisters go shopping, others will go out to lunch together to get that fun sister time into their schedule. But when living as missionaries in the jungle you have to just squeeze those times in every chance you get. This day would be one of those days; I could sense it was going to