Debbie and her husband, Chris, became members of MAF in January 2013. Chris served with MAF as a pilot/mechanic in Pontianak, Indonesia from 1997-2001. Chris and Debbie, who were serving with New Tribes Mission, met overseas during this time and married in 2002. The last 10 years were spent in Sandpoint, Idaho, with Chris working at Quest Aircraft Company. They’ve been blessed with two children, Sarah and Benjamin. The family are currently serving in Papua, Indonesia where Chris is a maintenance specialist.
My cart is full and my weekly shopping is done for another week. Now it’s time to head to the check-out line. Sometimes this is the hardest part of shopping. I push to the cashier and start unloading. No big conveyor belts here that carry your stuff to the pack up area; it just piles […]
The journey here began surrounded by friends, churches, supporters and family. We were blessed to have people cheering us along the way as we went from state to state and church to church to tell others of His call in our lives. We showed videos of the amazing work God was doing through our organization. […]
There are highs and lows when it comes to seeing pictures on social media. There’s joy in seeing what friends and family are up to back home, and it’s hard to see what friends and family are up to back home. I wish I had a filter on my computer when it came time for […]
It was time for my family to leave language school in Salatiga, Central Java, and relocate to the MAF base in Sentani, Papua, on a completely different island of Indonesia. Our lives were packed up again; moving, again. Friends came to say good-bye, and we smiled for the pictures while our hearts were breaking. […]
Walking home from language school one day, I was picturing those ruby red shoes that Dorothy wore in The Wizard of Oz. She just had to click them three times and repeat, “There’s no place like home.” I was wishing for a pair of those ruby red shoes right then, to take me back […]
There it was in bright red letters across my forehead…FAILURE. It was written in the same bright red ink that the teachers use each day to correct my attempts at writing in my new language.
Of course, no one else could see the letters written there, but I felt the weight of them on me each […]