Liz Ortiz

One Sunday in September, I got up early to go with another missionary to visit a small church up on the mountain. The long drive over...

Everyone was at my house, celebrating the end of the summer sign language class, with a potluck lunch of Togolese and American dishes....

“Pop, pop, pop!” I took the popcorn off the stove. Every week I bring a snack for my sign language class, and popcorn is the kids'...

“Are you nervous?” my senior missionary, Judy, asked while we were at the print shop. “A little, but I’m excited. I've been praying for...

“Here comes the bride!” The church was overfilling with people. Children eagerly pushed their way through the crowd to see the bride....

My heart nearly leapt out of my chest when I looked down. My next step was about to be on a viper! I quickly sidestepped to avoid the...

“Do you remember the way?” asked my collegue, Christy. I looked around at my surroundings on the unmarked dirt road. “Not really. This...

I was walking home from a meeting when I heard a “hello!” from behind a bush. I looked behind the bush to find one of the MKs sitting...

It was beginning to get dark. I was in the car with a few friends. We were driving along the bumpy African road to get into town. We...

It becomes strangely quiet. The dark clouds roll in. The wind begins to wrestle. The leaves stir. There’s a rumble of thunder. And...