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By Iris Richard

          Tall clouds, the color of an angry grey,
hovered across the sky, reflecting the mood I had been entertaining all day.

          Like
the challenges which have.. →

Start with the Frog!

Written by  Iris Richard

I’m someone who tends to go by inspiration, and I’ve long been bothered by my scattered approach to setting goals, so I was searching for an effective way to make it through my to-do list. It seems so easy to pick out.. →

By Iris Richard

   It
was 1977, and Karl and I had left Germany the previous year in a camper. Our
journey had already taken us through Italy, what was then Yugoslavia, Greece,
Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, and India. We hoped to make it to Nepal next, buy a
mountain.. →

By Iris Richard
The voices seemed muffled as I slowly woke out of the anesthesia following a medical procedure on my back.
I heard the doctor’s gloomy prognosis: “She might not be able to live a normal life and certainly she shouldn’t have any children with a serious back condition.. →

One of my favorite Bible stories has also been a guiding light to me since I first started working as a volunteer in foreign lands back in 1978. Over the years since then, it’s served as both a promise I could depend on and a nudge I couldn’t ignore.

This is how the story goes: God had.. →

Every morning I wake up and
board an express train leaving from Fast Track Station. As I speed along life’s
rails, I stare out the window and think. Where has the time gone?How did my children manage to grow up
so quickly? Now it’s happening to my grandchildren. I catch my reflection.. →

Steve had been a cheerful little boy
with big brown eyes, curly blond hair, and a dimple that appeared on his right
cheek every time he smiled. He had dreamy eyes, and often sat by the window to
gaze at the rain, the clouds, or the birds.

“He has been kissed by an angel,”.. →

Our jeep bumped along the rugged trail that was going to bring us to the main road and back home to Nairobi, after a successful humanitarian aid project in a distant rural area of Kenya. My thoughts were already travelling to the busy week ahead. The next project was around the corner and needed to.. →

I decided “better late than never” and ventured into something new and long overdue: at age 50-plus, I registered for lessons at a local driving school.

To my horror, during just my second class, I was taken to drive in the chaotic Nairobi traffic.

“Try to create space around your.. →