The blog of Debbie Burgett, writer and missionary with Ethnos360.
"Do you want some Ibuprofen?" I asked helpfully. My husband awoke one morning and said his calf hurt. Three days earlier we had been exploring our son's new, untamed property, when his foot got caught in some vines. He had went down to his knees on soft pine needles and wasn't hurt. So the adventure …
Dear Riley, Well, Grandma is definitely in the doghouse. Ever since your birthday, I have wanted to tell you the story of when I was 12 too. It was to be my gift to you. But it took me all these months to figure out what I wanted to say and how to say it! …
With shining eyes, my neighbor made that announcement one morning at our ladies prayer group we are both a part of. After years of believing God was harsh and stingy, she had changed her mind. Now she was experiencing what the Bible had been speaking all along. She shared verses that were encouraging her. "For …
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I meant to post this article for Valentine's Day, but my attention was too glued to the whole pandemic that was just unfolding. This story was picked up for publication by both an online magazine and a traditional one and I was so excited to finally be able to share it here. But February 14th …
I wrote this article about 14 years ago to encourage our missionaries during a huge loss, but it is probably even more applicable now, during this Covid-19 pandemic. Hope it encourages you too. “But we don’t want to live in Sanford!” That was the reaction of our entire family when we were asked to move …
Still feeling a little puny after the flu, I snuggled up with a cup of tea and my puppy to listen to our church service online. I always look forward to messages at the beginning of January. The new year promises such a fresh bundle of newness: new hopes, new dreams, new ideas, new possibilities. …
I wanted to wring my over-zealous doctor’s neck! Instead of two cute (at least I thought they were cute!) twin freckles just above my right knee, I was now the proud owner of an ugly, raised, reddish-purple scar sitting next to one lonely freckle. And no skirt I owned would cover it up. But it …
I took another sip of tea that morning and looked up from my reading. I would never tire of the story of Joseph. He was just a teenager, yet so very faithful. In every corner of his life, whether working as a slave, unjustly imprisoned, or ruling next to Pharaoh, there was unmistakable evidence of …
I laughed inwardly at the comical sight coming toward me. A man was out walking his two very-different dogs. While the little black mop-of-a-thing was trotting contentedly at his heels, the cute-as-a-button beagle wasn’t. He was straining at the end of his very long leash. But not straining forward. At least that would have been …
Stone-faced, eyes straight ahead, he never acknowledged me or my numerous greetings. I figured I was invisible.
Putting In a Good Word 