Yes!
In the next few days there will be many winners crossing the finish line as they log in their word counts. The idea was 50,000 words in 30 days. I am happy to report that I did it!

Gracias por Su Gracia
An assembly of whatnots converged on my house and blessed my socks off last Friday. It was called ‘Gracias por Su Gracia’ (Thanks for His Grace). Missionaries new and old gathered to tell their stories of the grace of God in their darkest hour serving in a cross-culture context. A Thanksgiving-esque feast was served: turkey, potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, mac’n'cheese, pumpkin pie and more. The diversity at the table was spectacular. First there were a variety of countries present: Bolivia, Canada, United States, and technically Ecuador. Our ages ranged from the tiniest missionary kid of only one year to the honorable grandparents of the missionary kids down f

We’re Teenagers Now
Mrs. DaRonn Washington came on the scene 13 years ago today. You could say that we are teenagers now. It feels the same as when you first get to tack that teen onto the back of your age. You wait for people to ask you how old you are so you can say thirTEEN. Yep, I am a very happily married woman. Giddy, some might say. Of the multitudinous list of things that I could say to laud my husband I will choose a mere 13 to share this evening. I thank God for the wonderful man He has given me. During our first weeks of marriage DaRonn would bring me flowers all the time. When they got droopy I pitched ‘em. He asked me about it one time; why I didn’t save them or

Passing the Baton
Wrapping my brain around what has transpired in the last weeks and then this morning has been nearly impossible. Speculation and conjecture are duking it out in my gray matter. Yet, my heart is mechanically ascending to the truth that Billy Joe Daugherty has put on immortality. Maybe the swirling disbelief and surreal incognizance is similar to what most U.S. citizens felt on that fateful Friday exactly 46 years ago on this day, November 22, 1963, when Kennedy was assassinated. People say they remember every detail about where they were when they first heard the news. This is about the only way I can describe it. My husband says it is like the world stopped turni

Vlog Wednesday Without Words
For more about our climb of Mount Tunari read my previous post: Desire Fulfilled (click to go there). For more vlogs you can go to the video page (click to go there). Enjoy the view!