Growing up, I hated my name. It was difficult to remember. Always, I was last in class to make friends….
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See you at the Finish Line.
Whenever I look at this photo, I’m reminded why I married you. You had cancer, underwent a liver transplant and…
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Plant in Tears, Reap with Joy.
It was one of those days. Walking down the grassy hill back to where I lived, the sudden emptiness of…
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Good and Faithful.
I would agree- this is not a cool photo. Compared to all the “cool” photos from the field- Traveling for…
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An Intimate Marriage.
I don’t think it was chance at all, that I’d nearly finished reading my book stash and couldn’t find a…
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Jars Of Clay.
As I watched this Ma-ke (pronounced “Mah-gay,” meaning “Mother” In Siswati) at work, and the mud swirls peel off, gently,…
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