i went home that weekend.
i went home and did not say a word.
well, actually i said quite a few words. my family probably thinks i said too many. but i didn’t say about honduras. no, that was still mine and God’s.
i noticed a brochure tacked to the bulletin board on our kitchen. it was the annual brochure from my home church, issued in november, detailing the next summer’s mission trips.
medical missions to uganda.
teaching english in spain.
pastors’ conference in india.
pastors’ wives’ conference, also in india.
paris prayer conference.
“darn it,” i thought. “there aren’t any good ones!”
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