Stories
written by Ronne Rock
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...
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...
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 44: Behind the cinder block walls. Sometimes the most beautiful things are those we take most for granted. Sprigs of grass growing through cracked cement. A misplaced puddle...
Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see. ~Hebrews 11:1 “The spring breeze? The one you...
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...
It’s been quite a while since I shared some Kitchen Therapy. But this – well – this recipe necessitates taking a moment, stepping away from the big list of...
Day 41: Inside where it’s warm. It’s a cloudy day. There have been a rash of them lately. Cold, rainy, dreary days. Days that seem good only for warm...
“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.” ― Lemony Snicket It’s easy to encourage others to trust in the Lord and...
Day 40: Sipapu, New Mexico The sun transformed the snow into glitter as we climbed the hills in search of adventure. Usually the cautious one with a million questions,...
“It is beautiful to discover our wings and learn how to fly; flight is a beautiful process. But then to rest on the wings of God as He flies:...