Shoot like a Girl | Restore (#31days)
Day 10: Galveston, Texas. We drove slowly through the neighborhood next to the place called BackTrack and far from the water and beaches where seven million people play each...
Shoot like a Girl | Holding (#31days)
Day 9: Near the US border. Ten days in Kenya. Six days in Guatemala. And just enough hours between them to do a load of laundry and collect a...
Shoot like a Girl | Enter (#31days)
Day 8: Nevrincea, Romania. The windows were pushed wide open in the church, in the hopes someone would hear the music and come. It was the first Sunday in...
Shoot like a Girl |Bish (#31days)
Day 7: Piney Woods, East Texas. His little eyes lit up with wonder as his mom put on his boots and his dad gave him the bright green Snoopy...
Shoot like a Girl | Welcoming (#31days)
Day 6: Bungoma County, Kenya. “How tall are you?” I asked the man who seemed to reach to the sky. “I believe I am five feet, yes,” he responded....
Shoot like a Girl | Sabbath (#31days)
Day 5: Anywhere you are. (there’s something about a coffee cup that lets me breathe) Sabbath rest. Today I pray it finds you. Embrace it when it comes.
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...
Shoot like a Girl | Miracle (#31days)
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...
Shoot like a Girl | Crayon (#31days)
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...
Shoot like a Girl (#31days)
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...
Speaking with a Dialect.
She stood in the kitchen, reading a single chapter of a book by Chuck Colson. Bianca was obliging me as I prepared to return to Romania, a country still...
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...
