We are praying for the Lord to bring the missing pieces!
On my last post, Lord, Build Our Team I shared about our time in Atlanta meeting new people who have an interest in missions. Dawn and I are trying to…
Dave presenting at MTW's vision retreat
Dawn and I are in Atlanta at Mission to the World's (MTW) vision retreat. We both get pumped up when we are around people who have a heart for missions. We met some great people…
The View of TJ from the local Starbucks
One of the things that I love about where we live is our proximity to the border. We are about 6 miles from the border. I can walk from my house to the…
Pastor Leo - taken at the YWAM center in Rosarito, Mexico
Wow! I just received a call from pastor Leo Nevarez from Rosarito, Mexico. You might remember that Harbor partnered with Lo Mejor del Trigo to help plant pastor Leo's church.…
Some of our boxes waiting to be unpacked
Since I am living out of boxes, and without internet its slowed down my communication to the outside world in a major way.
Each day we are making progress towards getting our house set…
Bob Bjerkaas with Billy and her daughter Hillary
One of the things that I like about short-term mission groups is that they bring energy and that can be infectious in a positive way. This past week Pastor Bob Bjerkaas from Church…
Bob Bjerkaas on the left with his guys in the chicken coop
This week in the midst of trying to find a place to live, we've had a short-term group with us from Calabasas, CA, which is in northern Los Angeles.…
The Challenges of Moving
This has been a crazy week!
On Monday I returned from a ten-day trip to Pennsylvania and Maryland. Since then it's been all about getting our house and family ready for our upcoming move. The unrest has…
Dave at Timonium Presbyterian Church
Yesterday I was with some old and new friends at Timonium Presbyterian Church. I first met this church when they brought a short-term missions group down in 1992. Don Wright was one of the church members…
Dawn & Dave - The San Diego Harbor in the background
On Sunday when I was leaving church at Aisquith Presbyterian, just outside of Baltimore, a friend of mine discreetly handed me a crumpled ten-dollar bill. I stuck it in my…