Posts by Melinda Nelson

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All I want for Christmas…is a bowl and spoon.

by Melinda Nelson

It’s a rare event when a Nelson newsletter circulates, so hope this is worth the wait.  We do appreciate knowing if you liked, loved, hated, cherished, appreciated or were challenged by anything in here, so please do give us feedback. You can click the following link to open the pdf file: NelsonNewYearsLetter I thank my God […]

Cool as a Cucumber…Not!!

by Melinda Nelson

I was really looking forward to Friday afternoon, as I was scheduled to meet up with a friend for coffee at a local restaurant. I don’t get to ‘coffee shop’ it much, so the afternoon held great appeal to me, especially since I hadn’t seen this friend for a while. David and I had been […]

The Story That Almost Never Was

by Melinda Nelson

I will write down all these things as a testimony of what the Lord will do. Isaiah 8:16 Some of you remember bits and pieces of Facebook updates I posted 11 days ago about a “once was lost, but now am found” iPhone. In fact, a few of you have been waiting with baited breath […]

Will History Repeat Itself?

by Melinda Nelson
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Read this account from the 2nd – 4th century, and perhaps you will be as surprised as I was when what just happened in Spain when the ebola-infected nurse’s dog was killed, is seemingly a reliving of responses to a plague in the 4th Century!

The Waiting Room

by Melinda Nelson
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Though voices are muted and tones are hushed,
Echoes bounce loud on these white-washed walls
Doom, gloom, messengers of fear

What is the hardest part about living overseas as a missionary?

by Melinda Nelson
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The answer is easy. It has nothing to do with illness, bugs, heat, or lack of meat, lettuce, and strawberries. It is not the daily interaction with heart-breaking poverty, devastating as that is. No, we are empowered by the One who sends us, so though our hearts feel mutilated at times, we know it comes with the territory of our calling.