DOVE OF PEACE
hree weeks into a six-week outreach mission, I wasn’t sure how I would make it to the end. I was the lone American in an international group traveling through Belgium. We carried a 12-foot
Spirit Lifting
My sister, Karen, greeted my husband, John, and me in front of her farmhouse. We’d come to see her newly hatched chicks. I struck off down the path to the chicken coop. John followed, and Karen came behind. Shortly, I heard my sister call, “Slow down
