The blog of Debbie Burgett, writer and missionary with Ethnos360.
I want 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 am now the proud owner of an ugly, raised, reddish-purple scar sitting next to one lonely freckle. And no skirt I own will cover it up. But it’s …
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.
