Forgive my brevity, but I just finished applying for four international visas and my brain is absolute mush. Our flights are booked, we’re headed to China! March 26th. 16 days… not that I’m counting, or anything. After a quick puddle-jump to Seattle, we board our 12 hour international flight to Beijing. Please pray for our Read More →

In the midst of all our heading-to-China-to-bring-home-our-son excitement, we’re also getting a house ready to put on the market. Weary of being long-distance landlords, we’re finally selling our property in Oregon. My colleagues there report that the market has made a nice come-back since our exodus a year and a half ago, and we are Read More →

Our first-born’s birthday isn’t until mid-April, but once we return from China it will be right around the corner. Since I’m an admitted Over-The-Top-Birthday-Party-Planner, I figured it was time to officially get my party ducks in a row. We’ve had a theme in mind for her for over a year: our typical extravaganza of a Read More →

I will praise you, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will tell of all Your marvelous works.  I will be glad and rejoice in You;  I will sing praise to Your name, O Most High. Psalms 9:1-2 We just got our Travel Approval, our official invitation to head to China and pick up our Read More →

In high-school, my loud, liberal best-friend proudly displayed a large button on her Jansport backpack, which plainly read, “EXAMINE YOUR ASSUMPTIONS.” Isn’t that just the best? After all, I’m still talking about it, a few eighteen years later. My parents went a more direct route, repeatedly admonishing me to, “Never assume… it makes an a** out Read More →

Call me Linda Richman*, but every time we turn around these days there seems to be more great news. Today has been no exception. I’m verklempt. Just as we were beginning to catch our breath from all the excitement of our Give1Save1 feature, Show Hope grant and receipt of our Article 5, we got word Read More →

I hate asking for money. Hate it. Growing up, we didn’t have an abundance of it, but my parents would never be caught asking for more. When I joined a women’s team on a service project to Burkina-Faso, West Africa, I physically recoiled when the leader informed us that we were required to fundraise support Read More →