I You want to know why they don’t call anymore, why they don't visit. Looking at you now, I remember the different expressions your eyes used to hold for us. Irritation. Anger. Disappointment. Now, those eyes carry weariness, and my heart hurts; not because you’re being treated unjustly, or even unfairly, but certainly unmercifully. I … Continue reading Fathers
She flutters about, anxious and insecure, holding out her heart in beseeching hands. “Do you care about me? Will you validate my existence by seeing me? Will you validate my worth by choosing me?” Every door shuts. Every head turns away. She falters, eyes filling with tears. “They don't want me.” She sinks to the … Continue reading Chosen – a short story
Dead and buried. Buried alive. Bursting open and stretching forth in search of living water. Fragile buds bloom in broken places. Branches cut back, Roots growing deeper still. Invisible, yes, to all but the One Who set the precedent for breaking, dying, and the miracle of new life. I could grieve for the flowers that … Continue reading Hidden
We are the righteous, Tearing you limb from limb, Biting off your beseeching hands, Devouring your wounded heart, And this is love. To proclaim your condemnation if you disagree with us, To burn a bridge and build a wall, To announce anathema upon you, To assume the worst about you, To twist your every word … Continue reading Gatekeepers
Hunga!! The bus wound up the rough, mountainous road for two hours. We rattled around in our seats, often being thrown into the air by a sudden jolt or bump. We passed a political rally (“Rwandans love to campaign,” Ben said), hundreds of Rwandans in the middle of nowhere holding signs for the current president, … Continue reading Rwanda – Days 5 and 6
7/14/17 I don’t remember ever being this disoriented. Is it six AM? five? I heard the roosters outside my window earlier, but it’s still as dark as midnight outside. I woke up at what my phone said was one-thirty this morning(I can’t be sure, the time has been off since Kigali)…was up until four, presumably…tried … Continue reading Day 4- Byumba
I awoke to the sound of tables scraping the floor. There was a schoolroom adjacent to my living space, and I could hear class starting. Excited voices in a language I was barely familiar with drifted into the bedroom. I grinned ear to ear. After months of waiting, I was finally waking up in Rwanda. … Continue reading Rwanda 2017 – Day 3 – Byumba!
The first step of a long journey
Are singles missing out on the greatest love life has to offer?
We have flipped the word and sentiments of Paul on their heads- marriage is now the ideal, and singleness is the concession.