Day 52: Cliciova, Romania Daniel stumbled into the courtyard of the humble farmhouse in the forgotten Romanian village, and plopped down at the table; he had been to this...
Day 51: In my neighborhood. I stood in my quiet suburban neighborhood and looked down at the patch of wildflowers at my feet. Country fields and roadside valleys are...
Day 32: Austin, Texas. We stood under the towering oak trees as the morning sun played peek-a-boo through the leaves, whispering “new day, new mercy.” Grabbing work gloves, shovels and...
Day 26: Anywhere you are. (there’s something about a coffee cup that lets me breathe) This world is full of fury and flashes that weary a soul and leave...
Day 4: Solola, Guatemala Sixteen women traveled from the United States to serve 100 women from Guatemala. There was music, and teaching, and celebration. There were prayers and hugs...
Day 3 | Quetzaltenango, Guatemala When I first visited the children at Little House of Refuge, the walls of the orphanage were exposed and molded cinder block, electricity was...
Day 2: Bungoma County, Kenya. In every meeting, there is the moment. The look, the word, the pause that disrupts my world and strips my soul of itself. We...
Because there are stories in every single day, I keep my eyes open. Because moments can’t be recreated, I pray to drink them all in. Because our stories are...