Shoot like a Girl | Background (#31days)
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...
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...
Where It’s Safe.
Where the fence is low, and the water is rising And the fire comes down, and the dark fills the skies in One foot on the ledge, one feeling...
Share Each Other’s Burdens
“This place is so cool. So kids get to come here? Is it a park or something?” I watched the two groups of teenagers walk around the corner of...
Something that Feels like Normal. (Moore, OK)
The stench from broken sewer pipes and buried refrigerators sent my mind to the dump in Guatemala where Courtney and I wept as we held the hands of the...
The Perfect One. (to Ian)
Yes, most of the posts on this blog – in the section marked “life” – are about this ChristStumbler. The stories are about things I’m being taught as I...
Love Looks Like.
But the kind of love that God created and demonstrated is a costly one because it involves sacrifice and presence. It’s a love that operates more like a sign...
It’s time for a Celebration – Rustic Apple Rosemary Tart
OK, so I hadn’t really planned to post two recipes back-to-back. But this is a big deal. It’s a celebration Sunday. And that makes hanging out in the...
we belong to each other.
I wish sometimes that I could be a bird, like the eagles that soar effortlessly in the skies here in Uganda, flying in circles over a moment to...
broken road.
Today’s journey took 11-1/2 hours, and left me weary and worn and covered in dirt. It was caked around my nose, had congregated on my forehead in a misshapen heart,...
see myself in there.
“I want to see myself in there.” He pointed to my iPhone as I stooped to get photos of family at a water well. We had walked some distance...
