The Secret Place
My hands are calloused from my new best friend — a trusty, old-fashioned hoe. I spend 90% of my week covered in mud, dirt, and other treasures of the earth. I have undecided tan lines on my back and feet, interesting insect bites on my ankles, and the smell of pigs, goats, and cows in my nose.
So, to say the least, our ministry here in Thailand is my dream. If you know me at all, you know it has been a recent fascination of mine to become a farmer. I find something so instinctual about working the land and seeing the fruits (literally) of my labor. It’s ironic that I was...