Rhonda’s Blog

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger (Note: This is the second in my Humans of Chiang Mai series). The heat in this town’s unrelenting. At 11:10 p.m. on a Wednesday night, our wheels touch down. The

It’s after midnight Thai time. I’m lying awake in a strange city. After 31 hours of no real sleep, our bodies are exhausted, but my brain…I can’t turn it off.

It’s a hot Asian night. Darkness has fallen, curtain like, shutting out sun’s rays, and still. The heat’s unrelenting. We’re on our way to the night market, and we come

The water ripples and twinkles in bright shades of blue. The noonday sun beats down, unrelenting. Just there in the middle, a tropical oasis. Palm trees and foreign foliage are

“And the Lord said, ‘Simon, Simon. Satan has demanded permission to sift (all of you) like grain (Luke 22:31, AMP).’” On the eve of adventure; mere hours from departure, I

The other night we were sittin’ in the twilight, enjoying the first campfire of the season. We’d just biked six miles, gliding along in evening’s sun. Then Dad set fire

One, two, three, four, five. At the front of the room, five teenagers sit, waiting for their chance to speak. For 10 days, the 18 were in Kenya, land of

On a rain-lashed night, we sit, Mister and I, in a motel room, talking. They’re down here for meetings, our Canadian friends, and we are, at long last, catching up.

He’s been preachin’ on the Gospel, Pastor has, and last week’s word was, “The Gospel works.” Right here in our mess, in our world, in our hurts, the Gospel (“good

“For my God shall supply all your needs according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus (Phil. 4:19).” That’s the verse we were studying in class that day. At