Shoot like a Girl | Sabbath (#31days)
Day 5: Anywhere you are. (there’s something about a coffee cup that lets me breathe) Sabbath rest. Today I pray it finds you. Embrace it when it comes.
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...
Shoot like a Girl | Crayon (#31days)
Day 2: Bungoma County, Kenya. In every meeting, there is the moment. The look, the word, the pause that disrupts my world and strips my soul of itself. We...
Shoot like a Girl (#31days)
Because there are stories in every single day, I keep my eyes open. Because moments can’t be recreated, I pray to drink them all in. Because our stories are...
Speaking with a Dialect.
She stood in the kitchen, reading a single chapter of a book by Chuck Colson. Bianca was obliging me as I prepared to return to Romania, a country still...
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...
Jesus Dreams and the Ache of Rescue.
It most always comes upon awakening. The ache. The chest caving in, find it hard to breathe ache found in the ligaments of life between the “I must do...
When (Please) is the Cry.
The cathedral was born in Nevrincea, Romania, in 1909. She flourished until Communism marched into her village and killed liberty. She wanted to be reborn when the revolution lit...
This is Where It’s Good.
I lie here in the quiet, the fragrance of the outcasts still lingering on my skin. Dust and city and cigarettes mingled with warm vanilla and freesia, shared by...
We All Get Our Own Oceans – and Then…
I just try to live every day as if I’ve deliberately come back to this one day to enjoy it as if it was the full final day of...
Hey there, story.
“alright, flowers. here’s your part, and trust me, it is a glorious part. you will adorn the heads of royals. you will grace tables of the mighty. and the...
