Day 46: In my bathroom. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, all the beautiful trappings scattered about on the counter below me. There I was in flannels...
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...
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...
Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see. ~Hebrews 11:1 “The spring breeze? The one you...
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...
Day 42: London, England. From South Brompton to Hyde Park, the cab driver shared story after story. Of his 69 years, of his three marriages, of his son and...
Day 41: Inside where it’s warm. It’s a cloudy day. There have been a rash of them lately. Cold, rainy, dreary days. Days that seem good only for warm...
Day 40: Sipapu, New Mexico The sun transformed the snow into glitter as we climbed the hills in search of adventure. Usually the cautious one with a million questions,...
Day 39: Behind the lens. I had it all figured out. If there would be ever something truly important to share with the world, I would write the words...