Every morning that dawns is like a new opportunity to start fresh, to try new approaches and make new decisions. That’s why I love to start each day seeking my Creator’s face.
When I was a little girl, maybe about seven years old, it was decided that I would go stay with what we called my “town Mama Granny” for a week. Everyone agreed it would be a good adventure for my summer vacation.
I remember the first time I asked for details in a prayer and God knocked me off my feet in surprise. He cared even about the little things
As a graduated homeschool student, one of my interests was a desire to work for myself. Looking back, I realize all the lessons I learned would never have been possible if I had attended a public or private school.
As I sat at my desk struggling with my schoolwork, I certainly didn’t think that a few years later I’d be sitting in an $8 million aircraft learning how to avoid radar-guided missiles.
The more I travel and meet people the more I see that I was really blessed in my home life. My parents loved each other, instilled in us self-discipline and homeschooled us right-on. I have no fear of failing and no regrets.
Last month, Nathan returned to the mountain of Papua New Guinea and walked among the Kumboi people. He was a teenager when he was last there.
Every day as I sit here working at No Greater Joy I am profoundly aware that God has been preparing me—beginning at my birth in a Jewish home to over 40 years in business, including corporate management, accounting, taxation, importing, exporting, personnel, and many other areas—to do this one job.
Two of the fondest memories I have of my Dad were made in the early morning hours, when he didn’t know I was paying attention.
I picked up a little toy boat that the children play with in the pool and shoved it over to the desperate mouse. He climbed aboard to the cheers of Penelope.