Navalee Speaks.
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...
Hush. There’s Hope.
The windows are open, filling the room with sweet spring green beauty and the symphony of birds. There is a hush to this day. And then sirens in the...
In Eden, They Laugh. Loud and Bold and Beautiful.
The road is rough and winding, and at times it feels as if it folds in on itself as it snakes around vine-covered trees and deep valleys. But at...
goodnewsi (the smile and the blue book)
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...
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...
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...
