Stories about Guatemala

Eleven Cinder Blocks

Today is the day of the new miracle, of yet another answered prayer - but she didn't know it would be us who would walk past the scorched fields...

Shoot like a Girl | Feed

He walks along the busy streets of Guatemala City. He has ten siblings, and the family struggles. He was excited to go to school this week - it was...

Shoot like a Girl | John 3:16

Day 48: Behind the scenes. They’ve been there for months, the splintered cedar blocks that warm the back of the stage at church. I remember the day the trees...

Being Chosen. (#1000Speak)

It was the third day at the Ravine School in Chimaltenango, and the air outside still hung heavy with the ashen remnants of Fuego’s volcanic fury. The dust mixed...

Shoot like a Girl | Dolls

Day 45: On ancient streets. We walked beside the ruins on the way to the mercado, the ashen air still heavy with the reminder that volcanoes were the volatile...

Shoot like a Girl | Scraps

Day 44: Behind the cinder block walls. Sometimes the most beautiful things are those we take most for granted. Sprigs of grass growing through cracked cement. A misplaced puddle...

Shoot like a Girl | Looking

Day 43: Guatemala City, Guatemala (2008) There he was. That face, a familiar one staring through the bars at the boys’ home. Only seven months earlier, I had met...

Shoot like a Girl |Found (#31days)

Day 29: Solola, Guatemala. I had told the story only three times. Once in Jamaica. Once in Kenya. And now, in Guatemala. It was my story – of abuse...

Shoot like a Girl | Preciosa (#31days)

Day 8: Solola, Guatemala. The market overwhelmed our senses – raw meat hanging from hooks, fresh spices in flour sacks, and colors so rich they could be felt like...

Shoot like a Girl | Background (#31days)

Day 4: Solola, Guatemala Sixteen women traveled from the United States to serve 100 women from Guatemala. There was music, and teaching, and celebration. There were prayers and hugs...

Shoot like a Girl | Miracle (#31days)

Day 3 | Quetzaltenango, Guatemala When I first visited the children at Little House of Refuge, the walls of the orphanage were exposed and molded cinder block, electricity was...

The Power to Scale Walls and Rescue.

We stood, holding hands in the playground of the small orphanage hidden in the mountains of Guatemala. We had come, a team of women from the United States, to...
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