After the birth of our son, my husband promised to take me on a cruise. I’d spent eight months on bed rest, and he was nice enough to realize I needed a vacation. Six months later on Thanksgiving weekend, we set sail on a Celebrity Cruise ship to explore the...
A vacation I spent most of my growing up years in Brazil, a country that stretches bigger than the continental USA. Most of that time, though, was spent in the small region where my parents worked in missions, with an occasional visit to the “big cities” to visit...
This past summer, John and I took our three boys to the place where we met in 1989 on a short-term mission trip, a quaint Austrian village just outside of Salzburg. John was a college kid from West Texas and I was a high school student from Canada. If you know...
