The Latest From Global Bag Project

Meet Jambi, or Jane as we know her. Jane came to the Global Bag Project in 2011 through Wairimu (pronounced, Wa-r-ee-moo), a friend from church. An accomplished seamstress, Wairimu teaches sewing skills to the new GBP Africa bag sewers in the sewing room at Africa International University (AIU), our home base in Nairobi, Kenya. Once a week, or as funds allow, Wairimu gives sewing lessons to the four women who came to us in March after a voluntourism group donated 8 new sewing machines to GBP. Click HERE to read more.

Angels Unawares

Barb Henry e-mailed that she and her husband, Marv, would be in the Chicago area and wondered if would we have time to get together. The Henrys have been good friends of our ministry for decades, and we are always eager to become better acquainted with the friends we’ve met through the years or with the faithful donors who somehow keep what has become a more quiet ministry now that we are out of the public eye. Read More: http://goo.gl/Oha3X

A Fit Like Knucklebones

We spent a night out with friends this last week, introducing them to a little French restaurant in the western suburb of Lombard, Illinois. We love this little restaurant, which has eight tables at the most. It is a creperie with buckwheat savory crepes for the main course and wondrous sweet crepes for dessert. Then because the evening that we dined out was also lovely summer evening, and to continue our celebration of things French, we invited our friends to come home and watch the great French comedic caper The Dinner Game (with subtitles, of course) that David and I enjoy viewing from time to time. Read More: http://goo.gl/efNv8

The Table Is Always Set at Our House

“Don’t your dishes get dusty?” asked a friend as she watched me put the just-washed dishes back on the table.

“Probably,” I replied. “But if they do, we just swipe them. And actually David and I just eat around the table, so the settings get washed a couple times a week. However, I am always ready for company. I think a set table says, “Welcome.” It says, “We are waiting for you.” It says, “We are ready.” Read More: http://goo.gl/xHvBj

Cirilo Trenched the Back-Garden Beds

Having returned home from Africa in April, then having returned home from another trip to California the first part of June, I was behind on my spring gardening chores. So I diligently worked early every morning and in the gloaming light of early evening to catch up, concentrating on the front gardens. This has been a miracle spring—beautiful days, cool weather, NO MOSQUITOES, and long days as the earth moves on its axis toward the summer solstice. Read More: http://goo.gl/PzOkp

Sometimes We Lose Our Way

Ideally, a pilgrim (anyone who goes on a journey—across the world or just across the threshold of the front door) should prepare for the fact that when traveling, sometimes we lose our way.

The car stalls or breaks down; the GPS gives us confusing directions; a missing street-sign allows us to pass the intersection where we should have turned left. We generally have one of two reactions when we get lost—we can become confused or we can become infuriated. Frontiersman Daniel Boone was once asked if he had ever been lost. “No,” he replied slyly. “But I was bewildered once for three days.”

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Global Bag Project

If you would like to think ahead and order document bags for your next special event, please think of our Global Bag Project seamstresses. Read More: http://goo.gl/tdSqT