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...
Waging War.
You stand so resolute in the dust and the smoke, your weary eyes watching every small movement of the trucks filled with refuse. They back to the edge of...
We Need to Fly.
God doesn’t come and go. God lasts. He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch His breath. And He...
