Stories
written by Ronne Rock
Today is a day of celebration. No, it’s not a birthday or an anniversary or a holiday or anything like that. But today is the first day I’ve stood...
I didn’t want to do this. I wanted this to just go away. Because blog posts like this need to be rendered obsolete. But here it is. And my...
I’m on a plane now, returning from a week in Jamaica. Those who don’t know me well have sent well-wishes for a wonderful vacation, but my feet never touched...
I first saw her smile a year ago. She darted out of her dorm at the Jamaican School for the Deaf, ready for an afternoon of play – but...
You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re...
I wrote these words a few weeks ago, not realizing at the time that the sermon written for others would become what I needed to hear after a serious...
September is almost gone. The month that celebrates autumn and wedding anniversaries and birthdays has moved like a tender breeze through my fingertips – far, far too quickly. I...
Today is my birthday. I’ve had 54 of them now, so you think I’d get bored with them. But there’s always a “brand new” that happens when I think...
What is it about the name Amy? I honestly don’t think I know a bad one. I’ve traveled to the other side of the world to serve the discarded...
I’ve heard it said that short-term mission trips can be damaging, that they are little more than easy ways for people to pacify an itch to be Santa Claus....
“There are those who say that our story doesn’t really come alive until we share it with someone else – until the spark in our eyes lights a fire...
It’s quiet right now. So very quiet. No music plays. No television shows echo in the background. There is no scrolling Twitter feed in front of me, and no...