Thinking About This Blog

Once again I'm thinking about the usefulness, or importance, of this blog.  I'm sure no one is interested in how many loads of wash I did in a day, or what we ate for dinner.  I certainly won't care when I read these books years down the road (I have my blog put into print every 3 months).  I just don't know.  I enjoy this "diary", but what is it that will be put into print that will be important in months or years to come?  I want it to be important.  I want it to be life changing for others or encouraging to me in the future.

Sue came today for a couple hours to be with Jessie while I went to church.  Jon finished his vacation week in Grand Haven visiting Jacob and Hannah.  He left Friday morning and returned this evening. Church was hard for me today.  I cried several times.  I'm not sure why, as I wasn't sad when I left home.  We prayed collectively at the altar for the Ebola epidemic that is removing thousands from this earth.  We prayed for a miracle.  We believe in miracles.

My heart is in Africa.  Many of you don't know that I was a SST (special short term) missionary to ELWA in Liberia, West Africa for 2 months in 1980.  I did secretarial work at the ELWA (Eternal Love Winning Africa) radio station, hospital and administration building. The same compound where a doctor and a missionary stricken with Ebola were brought to the US for care.

In the picture to the right of me you will see a ham radio.  At that time, that was the only way of communication with the outside world.  I was able to have a ham patch to my mom twice in the 2 months I was there.  Handwritten letters were the norm back then.

Even after 34 years, I still feel that connection to Africa. I also keep in contact with several missionaries that I met through my time there.  It was an interesting time in my life.

Looking at this picture I wish my hair was still as thick and dark as it was then.  The African children who often came to my door selling fruit called me "Missy With Plenty Hair."  I had a perm then and 2 months without a cut or styling looked like I had plenty hair.  Not today!