Paul, the apostle, had spoken to the Galatians in the early 50’s AD in chapter 3 – “O you foolish Galatians” . . . They had at one time trusted Jesus Who had not left this earth all that long ago, and now Paul was chiding them that they no longer had the clarity of…
August! Such a hot month in Romania! Day after day after day in the high 90’s. Activities had to be planned around the intense heat especially for our ‘kids’ at Barza Mica. We have a sweet new girl at Barza, Cristiana. She is 19, mentally and emotionally challenged, but ever so sweet! Because she has…
August is the month of my birth. Yup – I was an ‘August baby’. Nearly every birthday after I was a grown up, my mother would tell me, ‘how I suffered with you’ (giving birth)! I’m thinking that it was one of those terribly hot August dawg-days – and I’m sure with no air conditioning,…
I feel so completely blessed to be here in ‘the other land that I love’ once again. What a privilege that the Lord ‘assigned me this work to the ‘least of these’ – to ‘consider the helpless’ in His stead – in Jesus’ name. Did you know that it has been nineteen years since I…
God bless America, land that I love Stand beside her and guide her Through the night with the light from above
Lord willing, I get to return to ‘the other land that I love’ July 6 for another three months. As my kids at Barza Mica sit on the rock wall most of the day watching planes go overhead wondering if one is going to be the one to bring Mama Dawn back, I long even…
Because of a series of overwhelming challenges this past month – and truly being too mentally exhausted to write something original, I have decided to include this writing by Bernadette Noll. The subject of ‘sea glass’ is very near and dear to my heart. I have a tall bottle of it right full from when…
Just a word to thank all the pray-ers over the ministry. Your prayers are the ‘glue’ that hold Love From Above (and me!) together. Thank you to all who faithfully support LFA. Without your giving, there would be no ministry in Romania to ‘the least of these’/’the helpless’ – our precious orphans – and the…
‘For My people have forgotten Me, they burn incense to worthless gods and they have stumbled from their ways, from the ancient paths, to walk in bypaths, not on a highway, Like an east wind I will scatter them before the enemy; I will show them My back and not My face in the day…