Stories
written by Ronne Rock
I’m thinking about you today, wherever you are. The winds have whipped us hard about and have moved you far away from me. But today I am thinking of...
In Guatemala, the hillsides are sewn together in patchwork beauty. Even precariously perched gardens yield their bounty year after year. The fruit of the vines travels to souls who...
Discover. Uncover. Learn. They are all quite acceptable words, really. Each holds within them the beauty of exploration and adventure. But all fell short when it came to describing...
There’s a song by a band called The Script that says, “I still look for your face in the crowd, Oh if you could see me now. Would you...
What is the power of one? One hand reaching out to hold another strengthens both. One heart stretched and shaped gives space for greater love. One voice joining with...
This was never the original plan, but it is a most masterful rewrite. On the list of things I wanted to be when I grew up, you’d find archaeologist,...
So, if you read this post, but then stop when the registration form asks you to pre-order the book because this season is really tough financially, please respond and...
“There’s this moment at the end of every mission trip where the team gathers to talk about the next—what’s next for the people they’ve served, what’s next for the...
Do good with your hands. It’s something my friend Ali and I have said to each other hundreds of times, on the days that feel undone. I’m no neuroscientist,...
I’ve shared this story with but a few people, and in a moment of bravery published it in a now defunct digital magazine a few years back. The story...
The Jennifer Lopez song was having a dance party in my brain as I responded to my friend Heather’s email. “As is the norm for me, I clicked every...
“Sometime around early November, it begins,” I told Kellye as we gathered for a virtual cup of coffee. “I stare down the remainder of the year as an obstacle...