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Flying over an area near Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea
Thank you so much for checking out my blog and reading about what God is doing in Asia, the Pacific, Papua New Guinea and the lives of people who love Jesus all over the world!
 
I'd love to stay in touch with you personally!  Please feel free to contact me and tell me your story, or ask me more about mine. I would be happy and honored to talk with you.

You can click on the list sidebar at the top left of any page and fill out the contact form there. 

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You can fill out a contact form here: Megan's Wycliffe Ministry Page to connect with me, or type in: https://www.wycliffe.org/partner/3DF2D8 to go to my Wycliffe ministry page.

Either contact form will get your contact information to me so we can start communicating. 


Also, let me know if you'd like to receive my regular email updates when you contact me. I send one out every other month or so (depending on my workload and life circumstances) and I'd love to keep you in the loop on all that is going on with my Wycliffe ministry. 

I look forward to chatting!

Christ Follower,
Megan

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