I am Bright. (Psalm 18)
And all grew quiet.
And then You reached for me, cradling me in Your arms. You lifted me from the ashes and the drowning. You breathed Your life into my...
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...
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...
