love Madagascar

When I returned from Madagascar in 2013, it was said to me, more than once, that I had just been on a long trip. An extended vacation if you will. I was astonished at this, mainly because I felt like I had just been through a war. The war wasn’t physical, although sometimes it was just as draining physically. It was a mental and spiritual war. One that would be remembered forever and would eventually lead to where I am now. Before leaving in January, I also heard words that were very sweet, very encouraging, but also big shoes to fill. I heard things like “you’re so brave!” or “you’re my hero!” Such big encouragement to carry. The size of those words is indescribable. So, there you have it. Two different extremes. One that knows without a shadow of a doubt what the cost is to share the Gospel among people who have never heard. The other that makes it sound like a fun vacation. Well, allow me to set the record straight. Workers on the “field” go through mundane days and excitin

Megan and I during one of our many evenings without electricity. It has been quite a first few weeks here in Madagascar! It is amazing to me how the Lord speaks. He always knows what to say when you need to hear it. This whole drought thing is for the birds. Let me tell you how blessed you are in America to have a constant stream of running water coming from every faucet (and sometimes places you don’t want) in your house. You probably also have constant electricity, unless you didn’t pay your bill on time. Sometimes God uses these reminders to show me His faithfulness. There have been quite a few evenings where we have been without electricity for whatever reason, and it is DARK. Its not the kind of dark where you can still see a little…it is can’t-see-your-hand-in-front-of-your-face DARK. I was in the kitchen finishing up dishes late one night, and the power went out. I knew Megan was down the hall…with a flashlight. So, here I am, standing in the kitchen, hands dripping wet