by Emlee Taylor | Nov 20, 2016 | Emlee Taylor: Missionary Mom
When I was twelve years old, I attended church every week in a room above a butcher’s shop in Naples, Italy. Every Sunday, myself and my seven siblings would walk past hanging carcasses of lambs and rabbits to climb the narrow back staircase which opened to a room...
by Emlee Taylor | Nov 12, 2016 | Emlee Taylor: Missionary Mom
When I use the term “tender mercies” I am writing of those often over-looked blessings that come our way from the Lord. These compassionate acts of kindness are the Lord’s way of showing us that He loves us and is watching over us, often in the easily forgotten...
by Emlee Taylor | Nov 4, 2016 | Emlee Taylor: Missionary Mom
A girl needs friends. I don’t care if you’re an introvert or an extrovert, or the rare ambivert. (Thanks to several personality profile tests over the years, I know I fall into the last category—strange people who both like to be around crowds of people and who also...
by Emlee Taylor | Oct 30, 2016 | Emlee Taylor: Missionary Mom
There is nothing that prepares you for having your first child leave the nest. Nothing. Add in that this child is leaving you for two years. The only contact will be once-a-week emails and twice a year half hour skype conversations. Conversations that have to...
by Emlee Taylor | Sep 18, 2016 | Emlee Taylor- On the road to Jericho
As I re-read the record of my journey along the Road to Jericho, I jotted down notes about the lessons I learned as I struggled to follow in the Good Samaritan’s footsteps. What an amazing journey this year has been! Yellow sticky papers with scribbled notes do not...
