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[serialposts]They mother the motherless, the mamas in this orphan village. The team that traveled to Jeremie, Haiti, the month before us went specifically to love on them. The photo of women washing the feet of women who wash feet nearly undid me. These mamas carry...
There is a way for us to behold glory, and it looks like reaching across the table and just crying with someone who's hurting, not saying much. Sometimes all you can say, your arms around them, is this sucks. I understand what it means to be angry at God--I've been...
I see God’s creative finger in all seasons. But never more, I think, than in the spring when life unfurls. These are the days when all that glitters is green. Yet life is sometimes blood-tinged like the color of death in this new leaf. That also carries the color of...
I brush the hair from my mouth and eyes, pull hands up into sweatshirt sleeves, and lean into the wind as we trudge up the path. We gather under the pavilion to struggle into harnesses, clip heavy ropes to anchor loops, tighten helmets. I feel much less brave than I...
[serialposts]I come from a long line of food lovers, and some of my strongest...
We're at Steak 'n Shake. "Takhomasak," gleams the neon sign over the counter....
It’s hard work these days – with joints that flare and lungs that clog - to...
It's the morning after the morning we remembered the mourning and celebrated...
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