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Out of my comfort zone

Out of my comfort zone

Iris Richard

Recently, I had the uneasy feeling that I needed a change, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. I had a nagging feeling, but I didn’t make much effort to do... »

The broad-leafed cactus

The broad-leafed cactus

Iris Richard

Walking along a narrow path in the tropical forest we often visit for a Sunday walk, under the radiant early-morning African sun, I notice a magnificent cactus and stop t... »

The jug of oil and the fuel tank

The jug of oil and the fuel tank

Iris Richard

One of my favorite Bible stories has also been a guiding light to me since I first started working as a volunteer in foreign lands back in 1978. Over the years since then... »

Unexpected

Unexpected

Iris Richard

Our jeep bumped along the rugged trail that was going to take us to the main road and back home to Nairobi, after a successful humanitarian aid project in a distant rural... »

When nobody noticed

When nobody noticed

Iris Richard

It was a dull and rainy day as I sat at the window of a small brick row house in Leicester, England, watching the rain form small rivers on the window pane. A friend was... »

Christmas memories

Christmas memories

Iris Richard

I was born in 1955, only ten years after World War II, when wartime hardships were still fresh in people’s minds. Grandfather used to tell us children of the extreme hung... »

The positive mindset

The positive mindset

Iris Richard

During a recent course I took on counseling, my classmates and I were exploring the topic of negative self-talk, and it quickly became obvious this bad habit had served a... »

My life’s heroes

My life’s heroes

Iris Richard

It was 1977, and Karl and I had left Germany in a camper the previous year. Our journey had already taken us through Italy, what was then Yugoslavia, Greece, Turkey, Iran... »

Creating space

Creating space

Iris Richard

I decided “better late than never” and ventured into something new and long overdue: at age 50-plus, I registered for lessons at a local driving school. To my horror, dur... »

Living with loss

Living with loss

Iris Richard

Steve was a cheerful little boy with big brown eyes, curly blond hair, and a dimple that appeared on his right cheek every time he smiled. He had dreamy eyes, and often s... »

The journal

The journal

Iris Richard

When the thought first crossed my mind that I should make a New Year’s resolution to keep a daily journal, I immediately dismissed it. Too many past resolutions had falle... »