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Crossing Cultures Making Disciples Memoir

Aunt Wilma

First grade.

Walking out the side gate of our backyard in Surabaya, I turned right, and headed down the driveway to Aunt Wilma’s house. My Dick and Jane book clutched to my chest.

After climbing her front steps, I knocked on the screen door. I could hear the ceiling fan turning. Her dog, Si Nakal, gave a soft bark. 

Aunt Wilma opened the door and welcomed me in with a smile.

I eagerly showed her my book. Then we sat on the couch and I read it aloud.

Aunt Wilma with me and my little sister, Ann.
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Crossing Cultures Devotional Memoir

He is enough

We walk this path. Step by step. A path marked by altars along the way. Holding significant stories of surrender. Set in certain places, at particular times.

Personal experiences. Where God settles the question lingering in the thick of things. Opens eyes to see. Moves hearts to know.

He is enough. 

One such altar on my faith journey took place mid-day. In a Karachi summer. 

Sun in the desert. Image by David Law on Unsplash.