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written by Ronne Rock

Amazing Cranberry Salsa (Love:Food)

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...

Bloodlines.

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.

morning song.

It happens every morning. The music is there. Going to sleep is always challenging for me. Laying down the lists and the thoughts and the ideas and the cares...

Dirty Feet and Holy Ground.

There’s dirt on my feet – and I’m not sure I’m ready to wash it off. Today, I believe I stood on holy ground. If you were to ask...

Nicoleta’s Smile.

It’s the smile that first captivated me. It’s ever-present. And it’s powerful to melt hearts. Nicoleta snuggled into my lap as we listened to the story of Stephen at...

Who I am. Today.

Today, I have a date. There won’t be flowers or wine or fancy food. The picnic basket will be filled with sodas, chips, water – and sweet potatoes and...

A Life Changed.

This morning, I ran. I should say, I attempted to run. And then I received the link to this video. I ended up standing in the middle of the...

Little is Much – Eleana

I’m sitting on the balcony of our home in Austin, listening to the birds happily sing their symphony to sunshine and spring. The breeze is strong and the air...

More than Labels.

Double-orphan. Gary Schneider, founder of Every Orphan’s Hope, used the term at IdeaCamp: Orphan Care in talking about programs to care for kids with HIV/AIDS in Africa. Though I...

Defining Discarded.

It’s been a week since I returned from my journey to Romania. I’ve drunk countless cups of caffeine at planning meetings about a worship conference in Russia and weekend...

Iosif (Joseph)

An impromptu sermon in the hotel hallway. Iosif (Joseph) has the rugged look of an athlete, and a deep voice that is easily recognized in each worship service and...

Common Place.

“You are the highway I travel, because I watched You carve streets out of sand and gravel. I gave you brokenness – You gave me innocence, and now this...
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