June 1991 The huge moving van drove up the hill to my new condo and parked on the roadside. The men carried my 100+ boxes and furniture over the grass, through the sliding glass doors, and piled the boxes floor to ceiling in the living room. "Lady, you sure have a lot of books. Will… Continue reading Culture Shock in New England, USA
Midwest to New England - June 1991 For some time now I have felt stuck in a rut, and I have asked the Lord if He would have me move to a new location. I have lived in Ohio since I was two years old. One wonderful thing about being a nurse is that I… Continue reading Time to Move?
Wengen, Switzerland - August 1989 On a crystal clear bright blue sky day, I took the train up to 11,000 feet to the Jungfrau mountain with a widow, one of our tour leaders. She and her husband started a drug and alcohol rehab center for men in England called Yeldall Manor. She told us some… Continue reading Oasis in the Swiss Alps – Part 2
August 1989 - Wengen, Switzerland Several months ago, I asked the Lord to help me meet other Christians for fellowship, especially other single women. I'm now in my thirties and the only single lady attending the small Bible church where I worship. Sometimes I become quite lonely. I heard about a Christian tour group and… Continue reading Oasis in the Swiss Alps – Part 1
Summer, 1989 I have been working in outpatient hemodialysis on evening shift now for about six months, four days a week with every Wednesday and Sunday off. When I work every other Saturday, I also have Thursday off. Wednesdays are a welcome break in the middle of the week to run errands, schedule appointments, and… Continue reading Dirty Needle Stick in Dialysis
Camasca - Thursday, October 29, 1988 Today I awoke at 3 a.m. with a stomach ache. I have been doing well with the food until now. The village dogs howl until 1 a.m. and the chickens start crowing at 3:30 a.m. so I keep waking up early. I never knew a village could be so… Continue reading Honduras Medical Mission – Part 3
January 1986 As I sat at my desk in staff development preparing a class, suddenly I saw flashing lights through wavy jello with clear floaters. My ophthalmologist told me at my last eye exam that I am high risk for retinal detachment because my nearsightedness makes my retina paper-thin. I knew the flashing lights could… Continue reading Heartaches