I screamed and jumped from the chair to run for cover under our bed\'s mosquito netting.
They have four grown children and six grandchildren..
At home, Carin also teaches piano.
They continue to visit Papua New Guinea to encourage the church, as the Lord has enabled them.
They have since worked in Orlando, FL, serving in several roles within the Pioneers staff.
They worked in a church planting ministry in Papua New Guinea for almost thirteen years, during which Carin developed literacy primers for that language, ministered to the women and children, and added three children to their family.
About the Author Carin Leroy and her husband have been in ministry with Pioneers since 1981.
Come, join me in a place Where no Roads go, Where Challenges and Change reveal God\'s amazing grace.
As our faith is forged in God, our transformation mirrors his reflection.
So, too, can our difficulties create something beautiful in our lives.
The bougainvillea - a tropical, vining shrub - displays its magnificent color better in times of drought and intense sun than when grown in the shade or heavily watered.
Following God to this remote place seemed like a risk, but it became the "risk that wasn\'t" because of the faithfulness of God.
Choosing to leave the comfort of my Southern roots, I found myself tossed into a primitive culture Where suffering was common, and fear of the spirit world reigned.
My husband and I were young and zealous, excited for an adventure with God but without knowing all that it would require.
Living in extreme isolation would mean the adoption of a little jungle tribe who became our family away from family.
I learned the joy of listening to a tropical rainstorm on a metal roof, the sweetness of jungle fruits, and the beauty of a life changed by the power of the gospel.
Along with the challenges, there were wonderful things, too.
There was a lot I didn\'t know, and that was a good thing.
Who knew that running water would become a luxury? Nor did I anticipate that malaria chills, flights on small aircraft, and watchful eyes would be a part of everyday life.
I didn\'t know that trekking through the jungle meant hours of muscle-shredding exhaustion or that our firstborn son would overdose on malaria medicine.
This jungle setting was no place for a wimp, and I needed to toughen up fast.
Under the safety of the net\'s cover, I would read for the evening.
One of the epic-sized ugly bugs had launched from the wall and glided toward me.
Not another night of dive-bomb roaches.
I screamed and jumped from the chair to run for cover under our bed\'s mosquito netting
