Stories
written by Ronne Rock
We sat quietly as the dawn began to break, the landscape around us shifting from grayscale to color. Jim was reviewing the images he had captured while I organized...
If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. If I speak God’s Word with power, revealing all...
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...
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,...
There was something about her smile that told me we were sisters. As I walked through the doorway of the church made of mud and sticks and into the...
“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...
There is a ritual that takes place every night of every mission trip. While to those who receive an email it looks like a mere update, to me it’s...
13 people from 7 states join 4 people from Guatemala on a single journey. And God shines. I am so very thankful for the little family He crafted in...
She’s the new girl. And it’s a brand new world for her, being in such a safe place. You can see it in her eyes as they dart from...
The room is dark, save for the glow of the laptop that is now perched carefully on top of the covers in the bed. Sleep came but left quickly,...
I remember it like it was yesterday – the day I fell in love with cranberries. Real cranberries. Not the stuff in the can. I’m talking about those fresh red...
Take 20-minutes and watch this short documentary. It’s about all of us – the worst and the best of us. It’s about redemption and adoption and hope. And grace.