(I know…nice shorts. Don’t judge me. And not a gray hair in sight!) In 1999 Vonda and I ran our first marathon. It was also our last. Haha. If you’ve ever run a marathon, you know those last few miles are MURDER! My gout had
If you haven’t read part one click HERE. Part two, click HERE. I think every missionary has one. That ONE person or that one circumstance they just couldn’t help. For me, that person was Jose Mario. When will God answer our prayers? “How long shall
If you haven’t read part one, click HERE to read last weeks blog. Jose Mario started coming to the academy midway through last year and is now in the 6th grade. I meet with about 125 students every quarter to go over grades. Jose Mario
I remember the day I met Jose Mario. He was a super shy kid introduced to me by the principal of the local elementary school. I remember him sticking his hands out and seeing them full of open sores. It reminded me of the lepers
This photo is a sneak preview to the re-launch of our Instagram page. If you’re on Instagram you can follow us HERE or at Ordinary_Missionaries. I am so excited about the new theme of our page! I think you’ll love the new photos! We’ll re-launch
What time do you get out of bed in the morning? Do you use an alarm clock? Do you hit the snooze? Every year we give out 15 scholarships to kids from El Rosario to go to a private Christian middle school in nearby Chimaltenango.
I was driving home after dark and passed this small tienda. There’s a lady on every corner selling tortillas, so the competition is massive. You can usually get 4-5 tortillas for 1 Quetzal (.13 cents) which means the profit margin is horrible. They have to
Photo credit Oliver De Ros AP Last Sunday, Volcan De Fuego (Volcano Of Fire) erupted, spilling lava for miles. Initially reports said 6 people lost their lives. That number climbed to 62 within 24 hours. As of this morning, there have been 110 confirmed deaths
If you’re not careful, if you peel too many layers of an onion back, you might feel. Pain. Sadness. Heartbreak. Hunger. Love. I think it’s easy to go through life, not actually feeling. We all generally have routines. Get up. Check social media/email. Coffee. Breakfast.
For the first few years, as I drove into El Rosario, Rosalinda would often run from her house that was tucked away from the road, to meet me as I drove by. Every time we talked, she seemed desperate. Life or death desperate. Of