Categories
Devotional Making Disciples Memoir

Equip in the spiritual battle

The house was bright and airy. The back door opened to a lovely garden.

The garden at our house in Indonesia.

A year after we moved our family to Indonesia, we were looking for a house to rent. This one seemed just right. We moved in. And slowly put things in order.

Then Jenna came to me one evening. Afraid. She was 10 years old.

“Every time I go into a dark room at this house, I see the outline of a man. He has two red eyes. I’m scared to go in the dark rooms.”

This was not the first time she had mentioned the red eyes. And it wouldn’t be the last.

Categories
Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

Be alert and pray

“Momma. Momma.” I woke from a deep sleep. In the middle of the night. 

Jenna, 6 or 7 years old at the time, was standing next to the bed. Pressing my arm. 

Yes?

“I heard a voice. Like this…” her voice changed from sweet innocence to a guttural growl. “‘Jenna, I’m going to get you.’ And there were two red eyes. And he laughed like this…” It was an evil laugh. 

I sat up straight in bed. On high alert. Heart pounding. Wide awake.

Jenna on the right, with friends in kindergarten.
Categories
Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

Wounded

Inside the cover of a 1995 journal, I find these words: In case of evacuation

And underneath, a simple list. What I hoped to take. 

Bible. Journals. Baby books. Two baby quilts Mom embroidered. Photos. Recipe book.

photograph by Ramiro Martinez on Unsplash