Where are the Men?
“The women come, and the women do all the work,” she said with voice trembling. “Please help us. Please tell us where the men are when it comes to...
Arrebato. Repossess.
The youngest, just 13, watches her four-month old son as he sleeps. She was a slave when they found her, when they rescued her and brought her to this...
A Fine Day for You to be God
My hands felt so empty. I wanted to snatch her from the slum and be her safekeeping, to build a big house and take away all longing, to make...
Pity Stays at the Door.
After spending time with single moms in a remote town in Honduras - all hard-working women who taught their children to be honorable and never ashamed of their condition,...
The Day I Saw “Yes” to Life.
But that day, there was no pity. Instead, I gave thanks that God would have seen fit to give her life there. In a place where she would meet...
There’s the Issue of Race. Mine.
Don't be afraid to read the words:
"I believe change needs to happen. My soul rages when I read the headlines. And I cheer when justice is served and when...
Shoot like a Girl | John 3:16
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...
Being Chosen. (#1000Speak)
It was the third day at the Ravine School in Chimaltenango, and the air outside still hung heavy with the ashen remnants of Fuego’s volcanic fury. The dust mixed...
The Power to Scale Walls and Rescue.
We stood, holding hands in the playground of the small orphanage hidden in the mountains of Guatemala. We had come, a team of women from the United States, to...
Life is Carved in Ruts.
I sit beside them at the handmade table, tucked away in the only shady spot in the courtyard that connects the small home, workshop and barn. The steamy afternoon air...
Yes Ronnie. We are Walking.
It wasn’t my first time to step into the haphazard community of folks who might be missed by most who visit the beautiful city. It was easy to think...
The Little Ragamuffins.
For Ragamuffins, God’s name is Mercy. We see our darkness as a prized possession because it drives us into the heart of God. Without mercy our darkness would plunge...
