The World Inside.
But for forty days, save a few hours of guests stopping by, it was just Mary and Joseph and Jesus. I wonder what life was like in those forty...
Shoot like a Girl | World-Changer
I sat at the coffee shop, across the table from a beautiful fiery-souled woman who had just adopted a child from a troubled foreign land and was ready to...
Shoot like a Girl | Restore (#31days)
Day 10: Galveston, Texas. We drove slowly through the neighborhood next to the place called BackTrack and far from the water and beaches where seven million people play each...
Shoot like a Girl |Bish (#31days)
Day 7: Piney Woods, East Texas. His little eyes lit up with wonder as his mom put on his boots and his dad gave him the bright green Snoopy...
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 Journey Not Carefully Planned.
There are threads of common union woven in the stories of the heroes I’ve met in my lifetime. Now, to be clear, my heroes are very rarely those with...
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 the Deafening Silence.
Rooster crows. Doves cry. Hammers ring. People jeer. Voice cries out. Thunder echoes. Stone scrapes. {deafening silence} Stone scrapes. Doves cry. One weeps. One speaks. People cheer. It’s Saturday....
Want to Fly.
The spirit of every human is like a kite which rises by means of those very forces which seem to oppose its rise; the tie that joins it to...
