Over time, the pictures we take of mission trips start to look alike. “And here’s a shot of the clinic in San Lucas. Here’s the clinic in Santa Catarina…in San Miguel…in Panimaquip….in Agua Escondido and this other place…” I noticed that in this past year, I took fewer photos than ever before. I guess it’s like kids; the more we have, the fewer photographs get taken. (Sorry, Cait! Honestly, I love you just as much as the others.) So we’re sharing photos with a friend from the

“Blessings and miracles often arrive disguised as insurmountable problems.” Did you ever have one of those haunted house nightmares where safety is behind the door at the end of hall; but with each desperate step you take, it seems to move farther and farther away? This was kind of like that. Instead of a hallway door, I was looking for the end of a narrow truck container, where the removal of every row of boxes revealed yet another row… and another… and another! So, there we