Growing up, I hated my name. It was difficult to remember. Always, I was last in class to make friends. I hated it so much that I took the chance when I was transferred to a new kindergarten, ... Read More about Who You Were Made to Be.
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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 then completed an Iron Man after that. That inspired me, wooed me. When I first ... Read More about See you at the Finish Line.
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 having no one to return to engulfed me. I choked on tears, willing to hold them back. I ... Read More about Plant in Tears, Reap with Joy.
Good and Faithful.
I would agree- this is not a cool photo. Compared to all the “cool” photos from the field- Traveling for hours to rural villages through breathtaking mountainscapes, standing next to gap-toothed ... Read More about Good and Faithful.
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 bookstore where I am in Africa, when I found this book on the shelf in my very office- “Creating ... Read More about An Intimate Marriage.
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, slowly, like circular staircases, I felt a physical sensation--as if God ... Read More about Jars Of Clay.