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...
I sat at the coffee shop, across the table from a beautiful fiery-souled woman who had just adopted a child from a troubled foreign land and was ready to...
Day 50: Beech Grove, Tennessee “Please say prayers for peace and strength.” The text pinged in my ear, disrupting the cadence of my feet on the country road blacktop...
Day 48: Behind the scenes. They’ve been there for months, the splintered cedar blocks that warm the back of the stage at church. I remember the day the trees...
Day 46: In my bathroom. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, all the beautiful trappings scattered about on the counter below me. There I was in flannels...
Day 45: On ancient streets. We walked beside the ruins on the way to the mercado, the ashen air still heavy with the reminder that volcanoes were the volatile...
Day 43: Guatemala City, Guatemala (2008) There he was. That face, a familiar one staring through the bars at the boys’ home. Only seven months earlier, I had met...
Day 42: London, England. From South Brompton to Hyde Park, the cab driver shared story after story. Of his 69 years, of his three marriages, of his son and...
Day 35: Mesquite, Texas The tears fell as she walked down the aisle. “She is breathtaking.” Even the pastor had to pause to take it all in, this glorious...
Day 34: Davey Crockett National Forest The gray, cold morning invited me to stay inside the tiny hunting cabin and bury under the covers to hide from the chill....