I slipped my shoes off, placed them in the bin, folded my white cane, and moved forward through the security point at the airport. “Ma’am, do you have water in your bag?” the TSA agent asked a passenger ahead of me in line. “OOPS!” she said, “I forgot.” Forgot? Tsk, tsk, how careless, I thought. …
Isabel sat on the stool in the dressing room of an upscale department store. And I slipped on dress after dress. Nearly all of them I tried on elicited the same response. “That is you. The color is perfect.” Isabel clapped. “That one is in the must-take pile.” After the modeling session, she grabbed nearly …
No landscape. No fancy doors. Not even a nice front. None of these are priorities for homes in La Paz, Bolivia. At the top of the list is the wall you see in this picture to guard the home. Every house has a protective barrier against thieves. A house without …
Some of you asked, “How did you get out of Bolivia without the proper documents?” Good question. In my last post, I related how my birth certificate and my passport had two different names. The birthdate was the same. But my original name was Janneth Corina Perez Arenas. And my passport read, “Janet Eckles.” Bolivia’s …
Rosa and I stood at the entry way of a home in Bolivia. I placed a brand new Bible in her hands and hugged her tight. I patted her over her thick black braids that cascaded down her back. “I feel different,” Rosa said, “I feel free.” Calmness and reassurance rang in her voice. The …
“We have good news and we have bad news,” the immigration department said as I got my papers inline for my exit out of Bolivia last week. To my surprise, laws had changed. Now anyone born in Bolivia must have an official ID. So being the obedient chica, visiting my own country, I inquired about the …
This was first posted in 2011 and is shared with you today while Janet finishes up her current missions trip. Since all missions trips are essentially about new beginnings, it seems fitting to have an opportunity to once again gain insight on this subject from Janet. So what do you do when your high school …
Who loves classical music these days? My six-granddaughter does. And Mozart is one of her favorite composers. She plays his music over and over again. The other day, she pulled my hand. “I love it. C’mon, Nana, let’s dance.” Dance? It’s not salsa, I thought. I smiled and shuffled a bit, trying to follow the …
Oh my, dear friends, I owe you an apology…for clogging your inbox with an extra post. But I just had to share with you the fact that as you read this, I’m traveling from Lima, Peru to my next stop in La Paz, Bolivia. God is with me through your prayers and support like you …
The odor was awful. Hubby and I walked from here to there in the garage; We looked and looked while I fought nausea. “What is that horrible smell?” The stench was so bad even the skunks passing by held their noses. After looking some more, we found the source. We had carved fat off the chicken, …