• Preparing the field

  The other day, a student asked me about the burning bush.

  09/24/2012 - By Ken Camp

• Finding joy in God’s timing

  I’ve learned that whenever we cannot rely on anything or anyone but that Father, that is when God will speak.

  09/21/2012 - By Ken Camp

• Struggles and blessings

  After a couple of weeks of settling in, we are starting to make friends with students in the area.

  09/19/2012 - By Ken Camp

• What is the truth?

  Recently, I was given the opportunity to visit a mosque. This was the first time I'd ever been to a mosque, and I didn't know what to expect.

  09/14/2012 - By Ken Camp

• You are loved

  The lecture for the day was about love. I decided to use the opportunity to talk about my Father and about how much he loves me. We sat in a circle in the field, and it was time for me to open up.

  09/07/2012 - By Ken Camp

• First person: Remembering the Bastrop fire and giving thanks

  When the fire began, Sept. 4, 2011, I was at home. I had just got up from my Sunday afternoon nap when my husband, Pastor Raymond Edge, began to tell me some of our members at First Baptist Church in Bastrop were calling, saying there was a fire in the area.

  09/06/2012 - By Ken Camp

• Going beyond

  After a heart-wrenching goodbye at the airport, I sat and wrote in my journal before boarding the plane.

  09/06/2012 - By Ken Camp

• Opinion: Want to become desirable? Check out Proverbs 31

  The other day I stumbled upon a year-and-a-half-old magazine someone had left in the office. I flipped through it, laughing at some of the tawdry articles. One article, however, really caught my attention.

  09/06/2012 - By Ken Camp

• The universal language.

  I’m sitting face-to-face with a teenager. I want to talk to him, but I know he won’t understand me. And we’ll both draw strange faces and scratch our heads trying to figure out what the other one is saying. I didn’t know what to do. We just stared at each other for a while. He probably thought I was a strange person for just staring. And then when I was about to leave, the corners of his mouth tightened and a smile began to form.

  09/06/2012 - By Ken Camp

• Not by my strength

  Everything is packed. I glance at the empty room where I spent 15 days. In just two weeks, I’ve become attached to the room. So many memories are in this small room with four jammed-packed beds.

  09/05/2012 - By Ken Camp

• Colliding particles

  Life is a lot like matter. Matter is a lot like life.

  09/05/2012 - By Ken Camp

• Saying ‘goodbye’ is the hardest

  I felt like something was tugging in my heart, pulling me a certain direction. I had the opportunity to teach English, but I was uncertain. Maybe Asia is where I'm supposed to be, but I don't know. I wish I had a clear answer.

  09/04/2012 - By Ken Camp