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...
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...
Jesus Dreams and the Ache of Rescue.
It most always comes upon awakening. The ache. The chest caving in, find it hard to breathe ache found in the ligaments of life between the “I must do...
